#but given what day I got to see him I think I’m allowed a lil delusion

[abbalwt]

how was this real

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Adam dumped Lilith’s bag on the floor of his guest room. “And you can stay here while you and Lucifer have this tiff. Don’t come in my room. I’ll be bringing bitches around.”

“Charming as ever, Adam.” Lilith was cold. She always talked to him like that. “What happened to Eve?”

“Didn’t last past Leviticus 18:6. Mass fucking divorces up here when that happened and everyone realized they were fucking their sibling.“ Adam tried to shrug it off but what had been fine for him until the moment the lord condemned it, even now centuries later, raised bile in his throat. He and Eve weren’t siblings but family dinners sure got fucking awkward and stopped after that. It was just too weird and his whole family went their own way.

The only bright spot was the day he casually called Lilith his sister instead of first wife and was real happy they never fucked. Because once he thought about it, the more his picking on her and her arguing with him seemed like how his kids acted as kids with each other than he and Eve ever acted with each other.

When she reached out, out of the blue, because she and Lucifer had a massive fight about the exterminations he’d been happy to put her up. She and Lucifer were easier to think about when Adam thought about her being his twin instead of his wife.

Ex-wife.

Even back in Eden when Lucifer and Lilith first met, Lilith had already dumped him to leave the garden. He already had Eve by the time the two came back.

He left her to unpack and went to a gig, not coming back until nearly two am and alone. Mostly just winners in the crowd that night. None of the heaven borns approached him so it was just going to be him and righty tonight.

He put away his shit and was checking the fridge to see if he was in the mood for anything when he saw a ghoul from the corner of his eye. Adam jumped back and dropped the slice of cake he was going to eat.

The light switch flipped on and he realized it was just Lilith wearing a face mask.

“What’s wrong with you?” Lilith pulled her housecoat closed a little more. “Are you back so soon? I thought you had a gig?” Under the mask she looked relieved, “I wasn’t expecting you back so soon, so when I heard a noise I came to check it out.”

“Fuck, Lil. I thought you were a ghost or demon or some shit.” Adam waved his hands like he had been taught eons ago and the mess cleaned itself up. He dumped the recombined cake into the garbage and put the now fixed plate into the sink for the sink to clean. “Yeah, the bars up here are only open until one. Shitty, but we’re lucky the elder angels even allow alcohol and bars.”

He reopened the fridge and grabbed a beer from the shelf. Adam held it out for Lilith. When she took it he grabbed another. This time two slices of cake were waiting so he grabbed those too. A fridge that knows exactly what you’re in the mood for, heaven was fucking perfect.

They sat at the kitchen table with their midnight snack and didn’t say much. It was a little boring and Adam was never one to enjoy silence. He was too busy for it.

“So, why are you still up?”

Lilith was picking at her cake. She had to like it, the fridge wouldn’t have given her something she didn’t like. So something was bothering her. Adam knew he did the same thing and he could remember Lilith doing that a few times before she packed her metaphorical bags and left Eden.

She shrugged and kept picking.

“Look, I’m great at a lot of shit.” Adam bragged, “and I can tell when something is bothering a woman. So tell your big bro all about it. Oh, is it Lucifer? Can I go down to hell and kick his ass for making my sister cry?”

Lilith raised an eyebrow, “what are you prattling on about? Did you hit your thick skull?”

“It’s hard to explain. Just. Doesn’t it feel weird to think of each other as exs?” Cause it did for him.

She seemed to consider it. “I guess. When Lucifer and I had that fight, reaching out to you to talk was my first instinct.”

“Yeah. And the idea of banging you makes me want to throw up.”

The look on Lilith’s face was the same that churned his own gut.

“See! Now try thinking of me as your brother!”

She put her head in her hand and then yanked it away as she smeared her face mask cream all over her hand. “Ugh.” Lilith wiped it off on her bathrobe. “Yeah. You might be right, for once.”

“For always. And you should listen to your big brother. I’m older.”

“By five minutes!” He could see her turning pink around the edges of her mask as her eyebrows knitted together in a scowl. “That doesn’t count.”

“Uhh yeah it does. I’m older, therefore I know more. You should listen to the wisedom of my age.” He pointed to her bathrobe. “For example, I know better than to stick my hand in gunk on my face.”

“Oh I bet you know all about having gunk on your face. I’ve seen the way you look at my husband, I’m so sure Leviticus is why your marriage failed.”

Adam sputtered, he hadn’t even seen Lucifer since Eden! He had a stupid crush for like five minutes! Lucifer had been a handsome angel! It didn’t mean anything! “Fuck you!”

“Ohh touched a nerve. Come on big bro. Can’t take a little sibling teasing?” She stuck her tongue out at him and he pouted. “I’m sure if you went down to hell to fight my husband you’d take quite the pounding. He’s little, but strong.”

“Cut it out! I’m not into men. It was a crush ten thousand years ago that last five whole minutes and that makes it meaningless.”

“So then the five minutes you’re older than me is meaningless too. Glad we agree.” She pushed back her chair and stood up, “good night brother who is exactly my equal and is only older by five minutes making it meaningless.”

As she left the room Adam realized he’d been had. Not just about the five minutes thing. She’d gotten out of telling him what was wrong. He’d have to ask her about it in the morning. Adam dumped the leftovers in the garbage and the plates in the sink. He’d put them away tomorrow.

[mostly-marvel-musings]

Typical Stark - Chapter 9

A/N: A series nobody saw coming indeed. We’re approaching the final chapter now. There’s a LOT happening in this one.. Leave a comment, like and reblog if you enjoyed it!

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Warnings: 18+ fluffy smut, lil bit of angst?

Word count: 2.3k

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“Oh my fucking God! Don’t stop!” you cried, fingers gripping the sheets beneath you like vice while Tony’s fingers curled inside your tight heat, finding just the spot that made you see stars.

He held your hips in place, nipping the skin over your pubic bone to keep them from involuntarily rising above the bed. The way your body reacted to him, the way your walls clamped around his fingers, the sweet, sweet sounds that left your lips, the man was enjoying every last second of it. He kept at his ministrations until you were pushed over the edge for the second time that night, gushing all over his fingers while your thighs shook with the pleasure that pulsed through.

With a sudden change of position, he laid on his back, taking you with him; gently but firmly guiding your core over his mouth until you were left straddling the man’s face. You didn’t think you could take it, but Tony seemed too determined to deny it.

“Tony, I don’t think I can…” your voice betrayed you there, lust laden and weak, you sounded too unlike yourself.

“I know you can, sweetheart. You’ve got another one in there for me. Come on, you said I’m your favourite toy, didn’t you? Use me.” His big brown eyes swum with such passion and want, you found yourself lowering your hips and carding your fingers through his soft hair, using it like your anchor.

Tony’s mouth latched onto your oversensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure down your body, the familiar pressure building deep within your belly. The man was too skilled.

You hadn’t experienced the kind of desire or pleasure with your previous lovers. Tony was attentive and giving in bed, smug, sure, but un-fucking-believable. Nothing would ever come close.

Gripping your thighs firmly, he lapped at your cunt, allowing you to ride his face as you pleased, his tongue expertly coaxing yet another orgasm out of you. You came loud and hard, grabbing the headboard for support while your body went lax against him.

“You’re unreal, you know that?” you whispered, cheeks reddening looking at his glistening lips as you fell onto your back, unable to do much else given how spent you were.

“Oh I know. But I am all yours.” He murmured, climbing back in bed once he was done cleaning up.

“That you are. All mine.” you agreed, draping your sheets over the two of you and snuggling close. Your heart swelled with pride every time Tony mentioned he belonged to you, and you to him.

What started as a simple wine and dine date for two of you two weeks after you moved in together had turned into a rather naughty night.

Not that you were complaining.

.

“Okay, I can be there in twenty minutes? Give or take.” you spoke assertively on the phone to Nick Fury, pacing about in the living room of your shared apartment while your boyfriend followed you like a puppy, trying to figure out what was going on.

“Certainly. I’ll see you there, boss.”

Once you were done, you were met with expectant doe eyes which instantly brought a smile to your face.

“I’ve been summoned to HQ. Something about classified files that need urgent sorting. And no, nobody with a lower pay grade can do it. Fury insisted it has to be me, so it looks like it's gonna be a long day for me.”

You answered one of Tony’s questions that you saw forming in his genius brain, walking over to the man to kiss the pout off his lips.

“Fiinee. I’ll be in my lab blowing things up. Text me if you need saving.” he winked, rubbing your arms up and down before pulling you in for a kiss goodbye.

“I will. And don’t miss me too much, Stark.” you murmured, toying with the ends of his slightly longer hair.

“That I can’t do, sweetheart.”

.

At the headquarters, you were assigned with sorting archived hard copies of Hydra files since there was a data breach in the system, Fury needed all hands on deck and it was very well going to be an all-nighter.

Tony texted you every so often, keeping you entertained in between your otherwise boring work at hand.

That was until a sudden interruption outside. A flurry of people and hushed murmurs and discussions made you hurry downstairs to where Fury was.

The large screen promptly displayed what the furor was about; a hostage situation at the Grand Central Terminal caused several panicked citizens to scramble out of the place while several gunshot sounds echoed, which you hoped to God weren’t aimed at any innocent lives.

Nick Fury stood with his hands behind his back, as usual, watching the scene unfold calmly, almost like he were watching a movie.

“What’s happening, boss? Who are these men? Hydra?” You exclaimed, watching in horror as more bullets were fired followed closely by screams and shrieks of the people they had captured.

“Looks like it. Don’t worry, Y/L/N, I’ve got the lead of my boy band taking care of them.” He nodded, giving you his signature look.

As if on cue, your boyfriend flew in, landing right outside the station in a pose that almost made you roll your eyes. Such a show off.

Soon after, you watched Steve Rogers and Natasha Romanoff jump into action, carefully guiding the hostage civilians out to safety while Stark zoomed in and out of the footage available for you.

It was always a thrill watching Iron Man in action, the man was a sight and he knew it. Before you got to know him, you’d roll your eyes at his ostentatious nature, this time around though, you felt a sense of pride as you watched your man take down the bad guys.

And then, something happened in a fraction of a second that felt like an eternity to you.

Tony had half stepped out of his suit and taken one step down the stairs when a bomb detonated. The blast flung him in the air and you could do nothing but watch as he landed in rubble. You felt the air being knocked out of your lungs as he lay there unconscious, injured, barely breathing.

He had to be alive. He had to be.

Getting out of HQ and to the infirmary where Tony was brought in was all a blur, you were on autopilot and it all seemed to be happening too quickly and too slow all at once. He had been taken into emergency surgery, shrapnel had damaged his arc reactor and it had to be removed.

You paced outside the operating room, trying your level best to keep it together and not crumble on the floor.

He would make it, he had to.

Tony had been strong enough to survive in a cave in Afghanistan, he would be strong enough to survive this as well. You kept repeating it to yourself.

The doctors walked out of the operating room a couple of hours later, giving you a squeeze on your shoulder.

“He’s fine, Miss Y/L/N. A broken rib and several contusions to his body. We had to remove the arc reactor from his chest along with the shrapnel that had been lodged all those years ago. His heart is safe now. He’s resting.”

After what seemed like a long, long while, you breathed a sigh of relief, thanking them for saving his life. Your heart thumped as you made your way inside the ICU, you’d always hated hospitals. They rarely brought happy memories back.

It would still be a couple of days before he was permitted visitors, a glance through the glass window was all you were allowed for now. Tears pooled in your eyes at the sight of him lying in bed with tubes and IVs hooked onto him. All the bandages made him look smaller in the bed as he breathed evenly, eyes closed and a peaceful expression on his battered face.

But he was alive.

…

You refused to move from his bedside, now that the doctors had allowed you inside, you spent your time reading to him, holding his hand and feeling his pulse, hoping he’d open his beautiful brown eyes for you.

Grabbing a coffee for yourself, you looked at your reflection in the mirror you passed in his room, dark circles under your eyes conveyed lack of sleep.

“Hey gorgeous.”

Tony’s croaky voice reached your ears before you turned to see him offer you a weak smile. Tears that you had strictly kept at bay for so many days threatened to spill from your eyes as you hurried next to him, taking his hand on yours.

“Tony! You’re awake. How–how’re you feeling?” you cried, letting the tears fall freely as you kissed the back of his hand softly.

“Besides the fact that I’m bruised like a peach, I’m fabulous. I missed you.”

You chuckled at his admission, allowing him to wipe your tears with slightly trembling hands. Perching yourself on the edge of his bed, you leaned down to give him a soft kiss against his lips, feeling him smile against yours.

“Have you slept at all? You look terrible.” he commented with a smirk, albeit his voice was full of worry.

“You’re one to talk, Stark. You need a good scrub down, and a shave.” You teased back, running your fingers over his stubble, your heart full of love as Tony leaned into your touch, turning his head to kiss your palm.

“I was so scared, Tony.” you whispered, a few unshed tears escaping down your cheeks as you touched your forehead to his.

“I’m right here, honey. Right here with you.” he murmured, cupping your face tenderly, reassuring you of his presence while you nodded.

He was really here, with you. And he was safe.

.

Your fingers were tracing the scar that now marked the former housing place for Tony’s arc reactor, a reminder of all the things he’d been through. Tony laid his head against his hand while the other caressed your back, pressing kisses against your hair while you two caught your breath.

Under normal circumstances, Tony was chatty after sex, either talking about the randomest of things or you’d be convincing him for a little nap. However, his energy felt different today, nervous, almost apprehensive. You could sense it by the way his foot tapped against the entangled sheets and the way his fingers stopped midway along your naked skin, as if pausing to think before he resumed.

“Tones…”

“Yeah?”

“What’s wrong? You’re awfully quiet today.” you murmured, placing your chin under your hand as you looked up at him.

“Nothing’s wrong, um. I’m good, growing old maybe. I’m tired.” He tried making a joke but you weren’t buying it, giving him a look that made him sigh and sit up against the headboard.

“I’ve been thinking. That blow-up made me realize how fleeting time is. I couldn’t imagine what you must’ve gone through, what I would’ve done if God forbid you were in my situation, you know? God knows our jobs aren’t exactly ‘safe’.”

His hold on you tightened unconsciously, making you press a soft kiss against his cheek, encouraging him to continue.

“I love you more than I could ever imagine loving someone, Y/N and I don’t want to spend any more time apart. Waking up next to you is my favorite thing in the whole world, hearing about your day, ranting to you about mine, and the sex? I mean, I

could go on and on and on…”

You giggled, stopping his rambling by covering his mouth with your hand, feeling all warm and fuzzy inside. Tony gently peeled your hand away, kissing the back of it before holding it over his heart, letting you feel his steady heartbeat. You swore your heart was about to beat its way out of your ribcage any minute now, given where Tony’s speech was going.

“Basically what I’m trying to say is, my former battery-operated heart belongs to you now. You’re my home. So Y/N Y/L/N, would you do me the honor of dancing with me naked in our bedroom right now?”

Your breath almost hitched until he said what he did, taking you by surprise yet again.

Did you even hear it right?

“What?” you sounded too unlike yourself as Tony stifled a smirk, wrapping the sheets around your bodies and guiding you out of bed, pulling you flush against his chest and gently swaying you both.

“I want to do exactly this, now and forever. You and me. What do you say? Think you can handle me for the rest of your life?”

His eyes held all the honesty you were looking for, big brown orbs swimming with love as he flashed you his winning smile, waiting for you to answer.

“Oh, I can handle you alright. I love you Anthony Edward Stark. But only for the mind-blowing sex.” you teased, letting out a yelp when he playfully slapped your butt.

He dipped his head down to meet your lips in a kiss that made you swoon. All the words unsaid were conveyed in the kiss and all the unasked questions went answered. .

“What? No ‘typical Stark’ this time?” Tony mumbled against your lips, carding his fingers through your hair and brushing your nose with his.

“Shut up and kiss me, Stark.”

“Yes ma’am.”

…

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[7ndipity]

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Jimin x Reader

Summary: When you come home from a terrible day at work, Jimin’s there to comfort you.

Warnings: lil angst, swearing

A/N: Thanks to the lovely anon who requested this! I’m sorry it took me a bit to get to, I got stuck. I hope you’re doing better, and if you ever need to message and vent, you're more than welcome to!

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Letting out a relieved breath as you let yourself into your apartment, you let your things slowly slump to the floor, kicking your shoes off haphazardly to rest next to them before padding off through the house.

You’d had what was easily one of the worst days ever at work, the usual hectic chaos of your shift topped off by a particularly rude customer who’d wound up yelling at you over something you didn’t even have control over.

You’d done your best to keep your calm and manage the situation, but it’d still been upsetting. Even now, your hands were still slightly shaky as you leaned against the kitchen counter, taking another deep breath to steady yourself, more than ready to bring this awful day to a close and not think about it for a while.

“Hey.” You jumped slightly at the soft sound of Jimin's voice from behind you, relief flooding your system as you turned to see him standing in the doorway, eyeing you curiously.

“Hey,” You said, straightening up as you tried to keep your voice light. “I thought you wouldn’t be home til late.”

“I managed to get out rehearsals early.” He said, concern evident in his face as he studied you, coming over to rest his hands on your waist. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm.” You tried to nod, but you could already feel your resolve wavering, vision blurring with tears as your eyes met his.

“Sweetie,” He frowned, pulling you closer, his touch gentle as if he was worried he might break you. “What’s wrong? Talk to me.”

Since the very beginning of your relationship, Jimin had been your safe space, where you could let your walls collapse and you would be okay, shielded by the warmth and protection of his embrace. The same touch that now allowed the floodgates to open, all your frustration and stress from the day pouring out as you buried your face in his chest, managing to tell him what had happened in between muffled sobs.

“But, Love, that wasn’t your fault.” He tried to soothe you, stroking your hair as he held you close.

“I know, but it doesn’t feel that way.” You mumbled. “Maybe I could’ve done better, or maybe I-”

“Hey,” He caught your chin, tilting your face up to get you to look at him. “I mean it, you didn’t do anything wrong. You did the best that you could do, and if those assholes couldn’t see it, that’s their fault, not yours.”

You bit your lip, trying to stem the flow of your tears as he softened his tone, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

“You’re so much more patient than me though,” He commented. “I would’ve probably punched that guy.”

“You would not.” You said, letting out a weak chuckle.

“Would too, I would’ve given them a whoop-ah!” He squawked, miming a karate chop and making you burst out laughing.

“There’s that smile.” He said, grinning as he leaned in to press another kiss to your lips. “You know, I think your smile’s my favorite thing in the whole world?”

“I thought it was my eyes?” You asked, stealing another peck.

“I can have more than one favorite!” He argued, making you giggle again. “You want me to list them all?”

“I don’t know, is it a long list?” You asked.

“Yeah, it takes a while to list everything about you.” He said, making you blush, before leaving another soft kiss on your lips.

“Thank you.” You whispered.

“Anytime.” He replied. “Do you wanna watch a movie or something? Might make you feel better?”

“Can we just go to bed?” You asked, feeling better just from being with him.

“Of course.” He nodded, spinning around and hooking your arms around his shoulders so he could carry you on his back, making you let out another laugh.

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[immabethehero]

How Well Do You Know Alma Madrigal?!

A/N: A lil Mother's Day fluff, Encanto style!!!

Mother’s Day has been nothing but loving bliss in La Casa Madrigal. That in itself is making Alma nervous. Bruno, her youngest child and biggest mama’s boy ever, has not given her a gift yet. It’s nearing the end of dinner and not once has he given her a brand new book, or flowers or even new jewelry that she’ll never wear (she might this year though).

Not that she’s expecting much from him, considering that only a year ago he was hiding in the walls of his own house. Still, he’s always gone out of his way to give his mamá a nice gift to show her how much he loved her… and also to one-up his sisters. When the triplets were children, they used to make a game out of Mother’s Day. Every gift was especially bought or made in order to impress her, and to win the award of best Mother’s Day gift that year.

The intensity and the competition lessened as they got older, and as Alma and Bruno’s relationship became more strained. However, even with the tension between the two, Bruno always ensured his mother had a lovely Mother’s Day gift. So how is this year any different?

Come to think of it, Mirabel hasn’t given Alma a gift either, or rather, any gift relating to a series of very specific questions she had asked Alma the other day. Her favorite colour, what holiday did she and Pedro meet, when she puts her slippers on, how she takes her tea, etc. Alma had no idea what that was about, but she answered all of Mirabel’s questions willingly, even one that was supposed to be “a secret”.

As dinner comes to an end, Bruno stands up and taps his glass, catching the family’s attention. Alma gulps.

Bruno clears his throat. “As you know, today is Mother’s Day, and you know what that means. Presents for our glorious mamás.” He gestures to his sisters and Alma. Alma raises an eyebrow.

“So to celebrate my own wonderful mamá, I have created a wonderful new game show! Everyone come to the living room, please!” Bruno dashes out of the room, Mirabel hot on his trails. The rest of the family exclaim in excitement and confusion. Mirabel suddenly runs back in, wearing a comically large pink bow tie around her neck and a top hat the same colour of Alma’s dress. She walks over to her grandmother and holds out a hand.

“¿Nosatras iremos?” she asks. Alma laughs and takes her hand, allowing the girl to guide her to the living room, where a huge painting has been set up, bearing the words “¿Qué Tan Bien Conoces a Alma Madrigal?” Bruno holds his arms out, beaming.

Alma bursts out laughing. Bruno had mentioned once before how in the future, people will partake in “game shows”, where questions are asked and the right answers are rewarded. This explains Mirabel’s questions.

Bruno glows with excitement as he guides Julieta and Pepa to three coloured wooden podiums, each painted in their signature colour, before taking his place at his own green box.

Mirabel guides Alma into her comfy armchair while the rest of the family gets settled in their own seats. Once the family is settled in, Isabela sprouts a large flower shaped like a sphere.

Mirabel takes it and asks, “Who’s ready to play our favourite game?”

She and the family yell out, “‘¿Qué Tan Bien Conoces a Alma Madrigal?’!”

“Welcome one and all! I’m your host, Mirabel Madrigal!” Mirabel continues. “In this game, three contestants will answer questions regarding their mother, and the winner who knows her best will be crowned this year’s favourite child!

“I’ll ask a series of questions related to Abuela, and if you know the answer, tap your toucan and say it loud and clear! Right answers will get you 10 points each, and wrong answers will subtract 10. If any question stumps you, you may ask one audience participant to help you. Good luck!”

Bruno, Pepa and Julieta raise their hands, ready to tap their toucans at the first question. All three wear the same look of determination, the kind that Alma used to see when they were kids. Dios mio, she’s missed watching them play like this.

A rat pushes a box of cards towards Mirabel. She picks one up and says, “OK, first question: What holiday did Abuela and Abuelo meet at?”

Julieta taps her toucan, who squawks. Mirabel turns to her. “Julieta?”

“¡Día De Las Velitas!” Julieta says.

“That is correct!” Mirabel says. In the audience, Agustín and his daughters cheer loudly.

“Next question: what time does Alma put on her purple slippers?”

Bruno’s toucan squawks. “4:30 pm!”

Mirabel winces. “That is incorrect, sorry, Tío. Anyone else want to try?” Bruno’s confident smile fades.

Pepa’s toucan squawks. “4:35 pm!”

“Tía Pepa is right! Ten points for Pepa!” Pepa’s family cheers.

“Ha! I told you so, Bruno! You didn’t believe me!” Pepa teases. Bruno playfully sticks his tongue out at her.

“Give me a break, I was in the walls for ten years! Things might have changed!”

“That specific schedule never changed, Bruno. Are you going to keep using that excuse for every question you get wrong?”

“If it makes you mad, then yes.”

“NEXT QUESTION!” Mirabel yells. “How does Alma take her tea?”

The next hour is pure joy for Alma. She laughs at her children’s antics as they answer each question, quips between triplets and shouts from the audience making it all the more fascinating.

“I told you she likes the blue ones more, Pepa! Who’s the dumb one now?!”

“Mamá, what do you mean you didn’t like the soup I gave you when you were sick?! I thought you loved that flavour!”

“Tío Bruno, it was the butterfly earrings that Manolo the Fourth rescued from the sink! Manolo the Fourteenth just told me!”

“I WAS RIGHT?! I was just guessing!”

30 questions later, the triplets are tied. The family sits at the edge of their seats as Mirabel takes the last question out of the envelope.

“This final question will determine the true winner and favourite child,” Mirabel warns. “This last question is worth 1000 points. Contestants, are you ready?”

A chorus of “yes” rings through. Mirabel takes a card out of her dress pocket. The triplets lean forward, hoping to ring in first.

“What is Alma’s favourite hair clip?”

Ah yes, the trick question. Alma had come up with it herself, given that she never wore hair clips any more. But surely one of the kids remembers the pretty bird-and-branch beaded hair clip she used to wear during church and fiestas. Then again, they were eight when she last wore it.

“Is it shaped like a candle?” Bruno guesses, half-jokingly. Mirabel shakes her head.

“Does it have a butterfly on it?” Julieta asks.

“Surprisingly, no,” Mirabel says.

“Was it a gift from Papá?” Pepa questions.

“Actually, my sister gave it to me,” Alma says. “It was a birthday present.”

Silence follows. Alma purses her lips in frustration. How do none of the kids remember?!

Mirabel nervously turns to the audience. “What about you guys? Do any of you know?”

Agustín and Félix both look confused. They’ve never seen Alma with anything in her hair other than the ribbon used to hold her bun.

“Is this a trick question? I mean, I’ve never seen you wear anything other than your usual bun and a sunhat,” Félix finally says.

Alma can’t believe it. Surely Isabela, who she has told many stories of her youth to, would remember? Has Alma passed it down to her already? Alms turns to her.

Isabela wears the same stumped expression as her mother.

“Have I not told any of you about my favourite clip?” Alma asks. “I still have it upstairs! I can bring it down and show you.”

Mirabel raises her hand. “I know about it. I can get it-”

“Yes, I told you for this game, but-”

“You were showing me some of the stuff in your room while I helped you clean it out,” Mirabel continues. “I was around four at the time? I still remember it being in the first drawer of your bedside table.”

Now that Alma does not remember. Still, she thanks Mirabel and lets her run upstairs to grab it.

Soon enough, Mirabel returns with the bird-and-branch hair clip, still as pretty and as new as the day Alma received it.

“That’s your favourite hair clip?!” Bruno exclaims. “Huh. I don’t remember ever seeing that.”

Murmurs of agreement ring through the crowd. Alma shrinks in her seat. How much of her life had she hidden away from the family?

Sensing his mother’s embarrassment, Bruno clears his throat. “Um, well, in that case! Mirabel Madrigal, as the winner of this year’s Mother’s Day game, you win the privilege of presenting Mamá with my real Mother’s Day gift!”

Mirabel’s jaw drops. “Wait, what?! Tío Bruno, are you sure you want-”

“To do this? Yeah!” Bruno says. He whistles, and Casita rolls in a large box with the biggest green bow known to Alma sitting on top.

“Or Casita can do that,” Bruno says. He nudges it towards Alma, bouncing on his toes. “Go on, open it up!”

Alma laughs at his excitement as Mirabel unties the ribbon and opens the box. She and Bruno lift the present out…

“Oh my!”

Bruno has painted a beautiful picture of the family at a beach, sitting under trees as they enjoy a lovely picnic. Alma is seated in the center, a lovely smile on her face.

“Earlier in the month I had a vision of all of us finding a beach outside of the Encanto,” Bruno explains. “I decided to turn the tablet into a painting! It was a beautiful vision, the best I’ve had in a while.”

“I asked the animals the best route to get to the beach! They can lead us!” Antonio adds.

“So what do you say? Tomorrow we have our first ever beach day?” Bruno asks, eyes sparkling. Behind him, Julieta and Pepa glance at each other in mock disappointment, knowing they’ve lost this year’s Mother’s Day competition.

Alma laughs. “Of course. Gracias, Brunito.”

[minisugakoobies]

I have ALSO been thinking about your bff's brother San...... Where have they got to? Did OC go? How happy was San to see her? Have they done the fucking boink yet??? 🤣

Moni, ILY 💜 I am still slowly working on BFF’s lil bro San and OC’s story! I’m writing it out of sequence, so yes, they have boinked 🤣 And he is always happy to see her 🥰 but maybe you would like to look at a moment I finished recently?

Warnings: shirtlessness (for both), nipple play

As soon as the door is closed, San pounces. You yelp in surprise as he pushes you down on the couch, nudging your legs apart to lay between them.

He does that thing that you love, where someone reaches behind their head and pulls their shirt off in one smooth motion, and you bite your lip, eyes immediately going to his bare shoulders. You remember the first time you saw him without a shirt, that day you caught him doing push-ups on the balcony, sweat dripping from his tanned skin down to the cement below him. That image alone has kept you company on many nights when you laid in your bed, trying not to think about how San was just on the other side of the door.

The thick trap muscles on either side of his neck flex as he looks at you now, but you can’t tear your gaze away from his chest. Slowly, you bring your hand up, brushing his neck with skittish fingers, like you’re afraid if you touch too long you’ll get scorched. Not by the heat of his skin, but by the burning of your want.

You drag your fingers down, across his collarbones, between his pecs, on and on. San’s breathing becomes a hiss when you stop just above his stomach, his frame jerking slightly above you as you rub your fingers back and forth.

“Sorry,” you giggle, realizing you were basically falling into a trance. It’s just easier to focus on anything but his face right now. You can feel the way he’s staring at you, and you’re a little afraid of what you might find if you look in his eyes right now. “I’m not trying to tease you, I just got distracted.”

‘Noona,” San tuts, eyebrows narrowing slightly, a convincing facsimile of sternness, like he’s disappointed in you. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to touch me like this?” He doesn’t allow you the chance to breathe, let alone speak, as his mouth covers yours again.

Kissing San is a full body experience every time, leaving your skin tingling, heart racing with every touch of his lips against yours, but now, with him pressing you into the couch, it’s beyond overwhelming, all rational thought fleeing your head, leaving behind only, San San San.

He lifts his head high enough to catch your eye. “Can I touch, too?”

“Oh god please.” Shamelessly, you sit up, forcing him back on his heels. He watches with rapt attention as you pull your shirt off. For a second you debate with yourself, then you decide there’s no reason not to, so you lose your bra as well. Knowing you look pathetically eager, giving no fucks about it.

San clearly doesn’t mind, given the smile that splits his face. In the blink of an eye he’s got you on your back again, palms cupping your tits.

“Noona,” he murmurs, thumbs rolling over your nipples, making the sensitive nubs stiffen, “You’re so pretty.”

Heat flashes up the sides of your face. “San,” you try to groan exasperatedly, but it comes out a whine instead, high, and so, so needy.

“What? You are.” His kiss is the punctuation to his declaration, fully stopping your protest. “Pretty, pretty, pretty.”

His lips keep kissing down your chin, your neck, your chest, and you moan, letting your head flop back on the pillow because your head is too heavy to hold up while pleasure courses through you courtesy of San’s hard-working tongue.

“You’re pretty too, you know,” you sigh absentmindedly, head currently floating somewhere in the clouds.

He pauses with his teeth in mid-graze. “I know.”

It shouldn’t turn you on like that, him cockily smiling at you with a mouthful of nipple, but it does. Even so, you roll your eyes, pushing his head back down so he doesn’t see the grin you can’t suppress. A low hum sounds from the back of his throat, sounding pleased when you thread your fingers through his hair, nails scraping gently against his scalp.

“I wish I could take my time,” he confesses, breath blowing warm over your wet skin, and you shudder, both from the sensation and his words. “But she won’t be gone long.”

“Next time,” you say, mouth moving faster than your brain, and his head snaps up, a look of surprise on his face quickly melting into a bright grin.

“Next time,” he agrees, lowering his lips to your chest again. “Definitely next time.”

*********

Previous installments of bff's lil bro San: one two three

Tagging a few people who I think are interested @minttangerines @kiestrokes @augustbutwinter @sweetnspicy-noona @krystal-a

[spaceprincessem]

coming out of my cage to post for robstar week (@robxstar) because i recently rewatched teen titans and i love robstar so bad. wasn't feeling very creative and they just helped me write some lil fun self-indulgent things 💖 now i can share with all of you

day 1 - friends to lovers

she's the tear in my heart

It wasn’t long after the completion of the Tower that the roof became their spot.

Robin loved to watch the sunset over the bay and Starfire found freedom in the star speckled sky.

The first few nights, when they were just beginning to understand how to coexist with each other he’d always find her staring up at the sky late into the night. He wondered if she missed being part of the greater universe, flying past galaxies and spinning through the vastness that both terrified and humbled him.

He didn’t have to ask if she was missing home.

There was a deep longing, a sadness that shimmered in the shadows of her eyes, one that even the brightest smile couldn’t chase away. 

These days she calls Earth her home and Robin’s never been more thankful to exist in the same place as someone else.

“Hey,” he smiles, finding her knees tucked up to her chest right on the edge where she always is.

“Hi.” She returns the smile, warm and soft and something that is just for him.

It makes his heart beat harder, a traitorous pitter patter he’s long given up the fight to stop. Batman taught him a lot of things, but never how to defeat a hunger that runs so deep that he feels the ache in his bones. How to unwant someone because being with them isn’t something you’re allowed to have.

He takes his place next to her, touching as much as possible; a searing line of heat from shoulder to hip bone. 

There’s a steady hum beneath his skin that wants and wants and wants.

It’s late or, really, just very early. Dawn will be breaking over the city soon, their horizon one of the last to see the sun rising in the sky. 

“You know,” Starfire says quietly, “it has been a year since we all met.”

Robin knows and not just because they all agreed to celebrate the anniversary of forming the Titans and their friendship. He will never forget that fateful day. As much as he hates to admit it, he was a little lost in the shadow of Batman, needing to set off on his own. New town and a new start.

He wasn't expecting to find his family.

Or the love of his life.

But he keeps that close to his chest; locked up tight with no chance of seeing daylight.

“Best day of my life.” Robin admits.

He can hardly stop himself from admitting deeper truths when Starfire is by his side. She tilts her head, hair falling over her shoulder as she eyes him curiously.

“Okay.” Robin laughs, “maybe best is a weird way to describe it, but I got to meet all of you, and I’m honestly not sure where I would be if we hadn’t.”

Probably in the depths of Slade’s clutches, destroying a city instead of saving it.

“I have also thought about that.” Starfire says, her gaze back on the sky.

A coil white hot and wicked slithers through Robin’s ribcage. He doesn’t have to ask to know what she’s imagining. The Citadel. He’ll never forget the way she said prize as if her agency didn’t matter. 

As if Starfire didn’t matter.

A royal princess that paid the ultimate price; sacrificing her freedom for her planet and people. She was starved and restrained, terrified out of her mind because of the horrors that awaited her. It still makes Robin sick to his stomach. 

Without thinking he presses closer and Starfire unwinds, letting her legs dangle off the edge of the tower as she takes up the space Robin offers her.

“I do not often have nightmares anymore of what could have been,” she says quietly, “but I suppose on such occasions it is not a surprise.”

Robin takes her hand, the need to touch and comfort too great. Something in his skin settles when her fingers lace between his own.

“You’re safe,” he reminds her. “You’re here, with us, and I won’t ever let anything happen to you.”

“I know.”

Robin can see the depths of green in her eyes, like an old growth forest with flecks of gold. Her gaze is heavy — honest — and Robin’s breath catches in his throat. He’s never known someone to have so much faith in him, despite his flaws and limitations and everything he’s done, Starfire believes in him. 

He imagines sliding his hand to cup her cheek, slotting their mouths together like they were made to fit, because Robin knows they were. 

 Not yet

Starfire’s knowing smile relieves some of the guilt and ache in his chest. He owes her so much and maybe one day he can return the favor.

“I believe we saved each other that day,” she squeezes his hand, thumb brushing gently over Robin’s skin.

I love you, Robin thinks unbidden.

“Yeah,” he swallows, choking back the swell of emotions, like the waves of a tsunami being sucked back out to sea, “we did.”

The sun catches over the tower, the water shimmering with the promise of a new day.

“If I recall,” Starfire says lightly, “I promised Cyborg that I would help make his famous three layer cake for our celebration today.”

“Starting at dawn?” Robin laughs as they stand up, hands still clasped together.

Starfire starts to say something, but a loud crashing sound from the kitchen answers Robin’s question. It’s followed by a string of curses causing Robin and Starfire to fall into each other laughing. 

“Come,” Starfire says as she tugs him towards the door, “I believe Cyborg is in need of rescuing.”

Robin just smiles fondly as she leads him back into the tower, counting down the seconds to when he never has to let go.

[chrisevansonly]

Betrayal

Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary: It must have all been too good to be true, it must have been a joke to him, because you don’t hurt someone the way he did. You don’t betray the woman you love this way, and yet in some sick and twisted way, he did, and that was the end of your happily ever after

Warnings: Angst, Infidelity, Swearing, No happy ending

A/N: I love angst but hate no happy endings, which is funny cause here’s a fic with no happy ending LMFAO I hope you guys enjoy this and the next few fics I get out tonight, so here we go, a lil short but I tend not to write long fics…yet….

Word Count: 775

It was quite comical in this moment, the thought that giving your all in a relationship for 4 years would be enough, that putting all your love into this one person would keep infidelity and lies away. You shared a home, laughter, memories that all of a sudden crumbled into pieces like the lamp you’d thrown across the room moments ago, as nothing but rage blinded you. You stared at Chris as he looked back at you, his eyes red and tired, and in other circumstances you would have probably given a shit, but right now, you hated his guts

“I don’t know why you’ve taken me to be a fucking idiot, but to say I’m surprised right now, is the understatement of the century.” 

He nodded taking one step closer 

“You’re not an idiot ba-“

“Do not fucking call me that, you lost that right when you slept with another woman.” 

You scoffed shaking your head incredulously at the seemingly pure disregard to the severity of the situation on Chris’s part. The man you’d moved across the country for not the man you thought he was at all

“Did you even stop and think of me at all? Of the girlfriend you had a home? The woman who moved across the god damn fucking country for you Christopher?!”

Your voice resonated off the living room walls, blood boiling, eyes seeing red, you were fed up with him and this bullshit of a relationship you had formed and when he didn’t answer you, the anger seemed to die down just enough for you to feel the hurt and sadness climbing up your throat

“I left my family, my job, my friends, I left everything behind because I loved you and wanted to be with you and you can’t even look me in the eyes and tell me if you even thought about me before fucking her.”

He looked down, running his hands along his face while letting out a sigh 

“I don’t know what I was thinking okay. I fucked up, I messed up and I know I can’t take it back, but I cannot lose you, I can fix this, I can work on things, I can do whatever you want.”

You laughed tears lining your eyes 

“I want you to go to hell, and never contact me again. I’m leaving now, and lucky for you, I’m already packed. So, I hope she was worth it to you, I don’t have time to be with a man who’s still in his frat boy days and can’t settle down. You can have a midlife crisis alone, you can say you want something serious with someone else because we both know you don’t, instead of being a man and letting me know, you decided to destroy me to have what you really want in life Chris, and that’s a simple no strings attached hook up.”

You turned grabbing your purse and keys, taking off his house key and the extra key to Lisa’s, placing them down on the table in the hallway, sniffling quietly as you attempted to hold the waterworks back

“Don’t contact me, don’t follow me, we are done, I will never give you another chance, I hate you with everything in me Chris, I can’t believe I wasted 4 years of my life for this bullshit. I hope you’re happy.” 

Without letting him say another word you opened the front door and walked out, slamming it behind you and making a beeline to your car. Throwing everything in the passenger seat when you got in, you didn’t allow yourself to cry until you pulled out of the driveway. The house you used to love, the house you dreamed of having little kids running around fading into the distance as you hightailed it to the freeway. Four years of nothing but love and support only to end in a pain you couldn’t even describe, the pain of friends being right in saying he’d break your heart. What celebrity would ever stay with you long term, especially one with a track record of sleezy hookups despite wanting something ‘real’ and ‘meaningful’ what a fucking joke. Unfortunately for him, you’d never let him walk all over you, you’d never forgive him, he was dead to you, all you needed to do now was get the hell out of Boston and start over. You knew it would hurt for a while, and even through the tears spilling down your face, you knew brighter days would come for you, even if it did rain for a little while, you would get through this, one step at a time. 

[atopvisenyashill]

hotd season 2 rewatch - serious thoughts

i think aegon destroying the valyrian recreation should have been punchier. doesn’t hit the way it should imo.

i think it’s interesting that helaena seems to nod when aegon rushes past her on the steps after jaehaerys has been killed.

arryk was right to be like “why didn’t helaena have her own protector” why DIDN'T she

even if they never do anything else with sylvi i think she’s fascinating and while i think her introduction is, like ros in got, more about finding an actress willing to do sexy scenes and less about really exploring what it means to be a sex worker in this world and specifically a sex worker who caters to ~upper class clientele~ in this world, i think sylvi is a very fascinating minor character. i hope they ask her back for s3. i’m assuming they will since she seems to be one of mysaria’s contacts.

same for dyana. i wanted dyana to do more - i think everyone was expecting her to do more - and while i’m glad they didn’t do anything melodramatic with her (like have her be part of b&c), i wanted just like A Lil Bit More ya know. let that kid shine she’s an amazing talent already.

remember that comment icr if it was rhys or emily that says it, that what otto means during that scene is “i love you and i’m afraid” but he’s never say the words. and i think again when he says “i do not wish to hear of it” it’s not “don’t bother me with your problems” it’s “alicent this whole religion thing is goofy propaganda we have to do, there’s nothing you could do that is so ~sinful~ that i wouldn’t immediately forgive you for” but it’s not something he would EVER say to her even though it’s something she desperately needs to hear from him.

similarly, i think there’s something so telling that after feeling like her vulnerability has been rejected by her father, the first person she goes to is not criston or helaena or even a retreat to the sept but to aegon’s rooms to see him. he is always who she wants to see first and this is something aegon desperately needs to hear but alicent will never be able to bring herself to admit that to even herself much less aegon.

i really like that when rhaenyra says to jacaerys “you lack the experience” that it looks like he’s about to continue arguing with her, but thinks better of doing that in front of the council, and seems to glance over at corlys & rhaenys like “i’m tapped out, i can’t undermine her, YOU have to make her see sense.” i hate that rhaenys & jacaerys aren’t given a scene together in this season (once again the writing for the velaryons is SO SCATTERED AHHHHHSISJDJ) because i love the idea that they’ve discussed essentially tag teaming the small council together, & managing rhaenyra together as well.

i can’t even begin to describe how cool it is that meleys exploded upon impact with the ground. amazing choice there.

bethany would pull off some arya-esque “trousers with a cut off dress over it” outfits so fucking well i’m so mad at the way they design her always. this is a serious thought bc i dislike how little thought is put into characterizing baela (and rhaenys & tbh corlys as well) through her dress while so much wonderful thought is clearly put into designing others.

actually wait it deserves it’s own point but why do they never allow corlys to slay. why do he and jacaerys always wear the same fucking thing every day. joffrey had multiple fits it’s not hard to mix up your doublets and your cloaks to make new and exciting looks!!!

i think it’s crazy the aemondwives didn’t see the finale coming, surely they realized him asking his disabled suicidal sister to go fight on dragonback when in canon she’s barely even trained as a dragon rider let alone to go to battle was like, another bad sign. man does a cunty pose after nearly murdering his brother, the only other trained dragon rider, then tells his mom to get back to the kitchen, and they’re like “wow that finale is terrible they ruined him” so in s1 when his reckless behavior escalated from claiming the biggest fucking dragon still alive without ANY backup or help to batting his mother off as she asks him to please stop ruining dinner by picking a needless fight with his nephews to accidentally murdering one of those nephews bc he lost control of his temper and dragon, no one thought “maybe this kid’s worst impulses are being enabled by the society around him and he’s going to keep escalating until he goes on what he thinks is an anime villain arc because he's convinced himself this is a fucking game and all it gets him is horrifically murdered by his own uncle"

tbc even tho i think the way they softened his character in s1 was goofy as hell, i think overall this is a fun and interesting arc. excited for this to start interacting with the prophecy and alys shenanigans. cant wait to see her dogwalking his ass.

i think episode 3 is the goofiest by far and i think the narrative arc of this season feels a bit less sure. i like the harrenhal stuff but i do think there's several episodes where daemon feels like he's in a completely separate timeline. i am once again vibing much harder with team black's arc; i think the characters are more internally consistent, i think they have better scenes, and i think their overall arc is better handled. team green's arc really suffers for having no earthly clue what they're doing with helaena and alicent and aemond suffers a lot because there's not enough time to build up his entire thing. also alicole fucked way too much. also also not only "where are the fucking lads" but god they really just...erased like 70% of the female supporting characters from the books huh.

unserious thoughts

even when everyone else is slipping ramin puts his whole djawadussy into the fucking score, the music during b&c, the cargyll fight, is soooo unsettling, and the music when aegon is brought in after rook’s rest, it adds the scene so well.

every time i see that fucking dog i get stressed out about what might happen to rocky road if i died

do you know why i hate criston so much i just realized it’s bc he reminds me of a guy i hated at my old job, the similarities are genuinely uncanny omg,,,,,,,,once again global latino belt is real also never trust a catholic guy who used to be in the military

i think the only father who fumbles as bad as otto is tywin

OKWAIT so willem says he’s regent until benjicot comes of age, LISTEN i think the way they did the burning mill was very effective (and probably cheaper lol) and would be undermined by introducing a character who lived. they just killed willem, freeing either young benjicot to take up the lordship of raventree hall a touch early OR for the regency to perhaps….pass to his beloved aunt aly and his weird bastard cousin robb? BLACK ALY SEASON THREE INTRO INCOMING!!!

but where is sabitha frey? well *screams for six hours* that was her father and mother by law that jace met with, and they’re going to die, and then sabitha will show up 😁

and kermit is-

listen i just want the lads. why would you cut my lads.

imagine if they named beric dondarrion erryk dondarrion instead. imagine if they cut all of loras & margaery’s bro-wait nvm.

i know it’s a vision dream, and you don’t always realize there’s something wrong in a dream, and also it’s a metaphor but like who does daemon think he’s fuckijg here. he knows it’s not aemma or rhaenyra like 😭 “oh just some random blond” then why is she monologuing daemon use ur brain ur in a haunted house!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

hii tiny lil violet anon here :DD sadly i havent been able to work on rocket fic bc suddenly theres been a huge influx in work to do & i’ve been super tired ߹𖥦߹ i hope youre doing well though! just wanted to pop in and wish you a nice day ٩( ᐛ )و♡

(side note: out of curiosity, how did you get into guardians of the galaxy and rocket specifically?)

tiny lil violet nonnie, you are too sweet && this made my morning thank yoooou ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. i’m sorry your work has gotten in the way of you doing more enjoyable things, and im so sorry it has you so exhausted! i hope you get to rest soon ♡

i’ve always loved comics but i was not really a marvel kid — mostly a dc/image/mirage kid. i’ve also always loved comics adaptions (my dad and i had a complicated relationship to put it mildly BUT i think we saw every batman movie ever made together, before the dceu…. happened). so i fell very easily into the marvel movies when they started coming out (except the hulk movies. i don’t believe in those.)

anyway i honestly just saw gotg 1 because it was a comic book movie. i didn’t know much about it walking in. i actually didn’t love the first movie in my first viewing. i can’t remember why - maybe i already hated chris pratt lol. i know i thought starlord as a character was kinda…boring. but what saved the movie for me was groot (adored him) and rocket (the minute we saw that fuckin raccoon’s back i was like…wtf why isn’t this movie about him??).

and you know. there was the snark. the voice. all that. i was in denial but it was there. im just predisposed to love a grumpy wounded person desperately trying to hide a heart of gold

then gotg 2 came out and i loved it. it was probably in my top three favorite marvel movies. it was so good i think it made the first movie better??? we got to see so much more of not just rocket’s backstory but who he is. how he interacts with people he loves. how he self-sabotages. how he shows care. i just wanted to bundle him up and protect him. and aside from rocket, this is also where i fell in love with yondu. and i am a sucker for a sibling dynamic (startling no-one) so i loved the nebula & gamora arc too.

i probably started rewatching both movies at this point. not obsessively but they were definitely comfort rewatches. and partner has the marvel unlimited app so i was catching up on a lot of the comics

narrative structure is also really important to me and i have a rigorous list of what makes a “”good” trilogy (different t from what makes a “fun” trilogy) and gotg is like. one of two or three trilogies that make the cut.

then 3. ugh. once the first trailer came out and it was clearly focused on rocket, i stayed away from all gotg media. put a pause on reading the comics — everything. i wanted to go in with no preconceived notions. a few things had happened to me in the year or so prior to the movie coming out. i’ll skip explaining those because they require their own content warnings and this is already very long but suffice it to say i was predisposed to feel very strongly about this movie.

so. 3 broke my heart but it also put it back together. i think it might be the most realistically hopeful movie i’ve ever seen. from a narrative perspective, each character is so loved by gunn. they were each given the ending they needed and deserved. but also i felt like the message of the movie was this:

no matter how fucked up and ugly you think you or your past are, you deserve to allow yourself the possibility of joy & connection.

and i just. i needed that. as a mental health professional, i think almost all the clients ive ever worked with have needed that. i think a lot of the world needs that.

anyway that’s how i fell in love

starlord still bores me tho

[justagalwhowrites]

OMG! Howly cow! I am speechless!😳 Due to different time zones, the alert has been on my email for more than 12 hours. Hours in which I debated if reading throughout the day in small parts was a good idea or if waiting until I could read it properly was better. Luckily, I chose the second option. Bestie, what a chapter! I'm warning you I am becoming a greedy monster for this story! (I do not mean to be pushy. It's just my excitement speaking🤣.)

What a chapter! First, you made me cry, and then… Time enough for what? What's going on? What or who Bambi is protecting? Have I told you this story is good? With each chapter, it gets better! Will this thing be in the present time?😱

Of all the things that can happen during the patrol, that Joel is the only one making Bambi nervous is a bit funny. I understand why, but it's still fun. He hasn't given her any reason to doubt him, but I think that until she lets herself trust him completely she'll be conflicted. The revealing of her scar, I think, will be a heavy emotional moment between them.

For a second, before the men appeared, it looked like a weird first date with some shooting practice. LOL. And then we got some FeralJoel! The whole scene was brutal. I'm happy she didn't kill him at the end. It wouldn't have felt right. I might be rambling, but despite all, she's still good, and she should be able to keep her humanity.

(“Not here to help you,” Joel said, his voice almost eerily calm, so calm it sent a chill down your spine. “I’m here to get information and there’s only one way I know how to do it. You’re gonna want me to give you back to her by the time I’m done. So let’s begin.”) I'm not one to put bits of the chapter in my comments, but that one was something else.

I wonder if Joel knows any of those raiders.🤔 If he does, I hope he tells Bambi about his past before that comes up. If not, it could cause serious trouble between them.

And the kiss at the end felt so right!😍 It felt so natural to happen there. I loved it! The whole moment was so meaningful. I loved how, despite seeing Joel's worst side, she still feels safe with him. It shows the trust Bambi has in him, and if that is not a big sign, I don't know what is.

Thanks for the update! Sorry for the ramble! ♥️♥️♥️

By the way, I found ''Homecoming'' and ''Long distance'' today. Those two-shots are a treasure. I was grinning the whole time I was reading. I love the forbiden thing of DBF, you aced it! I wouldn't mind at all to read more about them.

Ahhhh HI BESTIE!

Please be as greedy as you want with this story, I love sharing it so so much and it brings me so much joy when people love to read it.

When it comes to the opening of the chapter, let's just say I don't drop plot hooks without a reason. I promise, answers are coming (...eventually 😌)

Bambi is so interesting to me when it comes to intimacy! She's so gun shy of it now, especially physical intimacy. She'd kind of rather deal with infected than the warring feelings she's having, I think. Infected she feels more a sense of control over the situation, she knows how to get out of it and how to handle it. Not so with Joel! All her tools for this situation are from a very different time in her life. She can't just walk up to him like she did Justin in chapter one and say "Come see what else I'm good at riding on" and she's not quite sure what to do instead. She's so out of her depth!!

And it did kind of feel date-y right?? They were having their lil apocalypse picnic lol! But Joel got to be the protector and helped keep her safe and let her hold onto her humanity a little while longer, too.

I will say with Joel's raider history, that was a long time ago and a long ways off. HOWEVER... he still did some terrible, horrible things and worked with some terrible, horrible people. And while he may not have been the worst of them, there were things that those other men did that he just stood by and allowed. If Bambi had been taken in, say, Tennessee or something in 2004, Joel wouldn't have done a thing to stop it. He's grown and changed a lot since then, he's going to have some feelings about himself with that.

Yes, Bambi does, on a conscious level, really trust Joel more than anyone else (except maybe Ellie but that's more of a different kind of trust and relationship than anything else.) But her trauma addled brain has a hard time fully embracing that trust. It's a little like your friend getting a dog just after you were mauled by a dog. It's probably sweet and very kind to you and would never hurt a fly but... you're probably not going to want it licking your face right away. But she's DEFINITELY getting there!!

And yayayayayayayaya! Homecoming and Long Distance! Those are fun ones. You can expect the occasional one shot of that couple from time to time. I just don't have a full arc for them, they just fit a fun prompt or ask now and then!

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR BEING HERE! I love your notes, they make me so happy. Thanks for reading! Love you!!

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 225

Inside Man/Kill the Moon

“Inside Man”

Plot Description: Sam and Castiel set out on a mission to find a cure for the Mark of Cain, and Crowley’s relationship with Rowena is put to the rest

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: No one died

Goddammit, let Bobby rest!! He earned that

(Cut to 24 hours earlier)

It’s a good thing the brothers know each other like that because Sam wanting to go off to some other city to see a foreign film on their off day is not convincing me as the viewer. How that convinced Dean, I don’t know

If we want to get…….oh. It wasn’t “if we want to get rid of the Mark, we have to get rid of Dean” it’s “it’s we have to get back in cahoots with Metatron”

Crowley, can you KNOCK?!

She looks stunning in purple…the costumers have been so wonderful to me

She’s got herself a lil boy toy…maybe. Or she made up a boy toy to cover up her real motives, which is even funnier

Cas isn’t allowed in heaven?!

🥹Hannah🥹 it does make me sad to see them opposing each other though

How do you break Metatron out of jail……….oh. That’s why they need Bobby, I bet

“You can be damned AND a conscientious worker” man, you don’t HAVE to be though

How does Dean have that many people in his phone? No offense, man

Sam’s :/ yet undeterred face when faced with a billion “No trespassing” and “keep out” signs

I love sasstiel. “And you’re….what ARE you?” “…I’m an angel” “that…no you can’t be” “why not?”

This psychic calling Metatron a creepy hobbit lookin fellow. It honestly made me laugh out loud in the break room

Dean…now you’re just being mean. There’s hustling someone at pool and then there’s taking that kid’s watch that his dad gave him. Yeah he’s an asshole college kid, but damn

There is no rest for Bobby…

She dressed up so nicely to go try to kill Dean, and she’s so unrepentantly evil. Fuck, I love her so much.

Ewwww…the structure of heaven is really…terrible. It’s all sterile hallways with alphabetized rooms where every individual person gets their version of heaven. It’s not what it should be

GIRLIE!!! You literally cut yourself up and blamed Dean to get Crowley to turn on him. And I love how she absolutely cuts Crowley to the core with her words

Omg a revolt of all the Robert and Roberto and Roberta Singers that Bobby broke out of their respective heavens

That was such a funny action movie sequence. Cas jumping into the portal to heaven and sliding through the door

“Dean has given up” “And you idjits haven’t.” “Would you?” “Hell no” Cas and Bobby deserved more screen time together

God, this sit down talk between Dean and Crowley…they ARE friends. They’re somehow still friends

I hate Metatron as much as the next guy (and the next guys have called him a creepy hobbit and a fraggle, so…) but him calling Cas Asstiel will never not be funny

YES, CAS! “You’re gonna be MY punching bag”

I promise I still hate him but he gets so many funny lines. How much time did he spend thinking about

I am…so damn impressed with Sam and Cas’s plan. They just STOLE METATRON’S GRACE AND THEN SAM SHOT HIM IN THE LEG just to get the leverage they need

I want her to burn it all down. I appreciate that Crowley is choosing himself, and it’s great for him…but I want her to go ballistic, just completely of the deep end with rage. I need it like air

I’m not lying when I say that Bobby telling Sam in a letter that he’s a good man, one of the best, and he’s damn proud of him is making me tear up. With all the doubts that Sam’s had that he’s a good person, that he’s not just cursed…

“Kill the Moon”

Plot Description: The Doctor and Clara crash land on the Moon to find a world of horror

This…only takes place 26 years from RIGHT NOW. 2014 was such an optimistic time. Y’all really thought we’d be going to the moon again? I wish I could believe that. PEOPLE? On the MOON?!

Please tell me that the astronaut that was in the cold open with Clara is a future Courtney Woods! (I love that she’s back in the post opening credits scene, so THAT is what I’m holding out hope for)

Oh…not future Courtney…present Courtney is on the moon

“One small thing for a thing. One enormous thing for a thingything” honestly, I’m not mad at her. First girl on the moon and those are her first words on the surface? Love it for her

The shuttle says United States, WHY does everyone still have an accent from across the pond? The TARDIS doesn’t need to translate it. They’re all speaking English

WHY ARE THERE SPIDERWEBS IN THE ABANDONED SHELTER?!?! WHO BROUGHT SPIDERS TO THE MOON????

Nooooooooo. No I don’t like whatever’s living here

THAT IS A HUGE AND GROSS SPIDER. This is also the worst soundscape I’ve ever experienced. It’s the amplified sound of weird skittering and then IT ECHOES BECAUSE WHY NOT

Courtney Woods 2024. I don’t care that she’s not American, in the face of great danger (a giant spider) she was cool calm collected enough to do what needed to be done (all purpose cleaner it to death. Kills 99.9% of all germs. I guess huge spiders count, too)

THAT WAS A MOON GERM?!?! No. I refuse to accept it. Why? I hate it

I also don’t like knowing what the twist is. I know I’ve said it before but so much of the Moffat era is depends on not knowing the twist

Courtney is an ICON. She retches in the TARDIS, which sends her a little off the rails because the Doctor then tells her she’s not special, so Clara tries to get the Doctor to just take that statement back, but that’s not good enough for him, he needs to make the statement untrue, she has to be special now, so he takes her to the FREAKING MOON where she becomes a sort of hero because no one knew how to kill the giant spider looking germs, and the second she’s sent to the TARDIS for her own safety, what does she do? POST PICTURES OF HER TRIP TO TUMBLR

I need to know…ok, the actress playing the astronaut was 47 when this was filmed. If we take that age and make it her character’s age in this episode, that means this character is 47 in 2049. She is 21 today. She was 12 when this episode aired…do not come into my hellsite and tell me “my granny used to post things on tumblr” Your granny MAY very well be here for all I know, but don’t pretend you weren’t, too. YOU ARE NOT THAT FAR IN THE FUTURE. You signed up on your 13th birthday in 2015. I cannot let this go. “Courtney’s posting stuff to tumblr, doesn’t that know where you are?” “I don’t know, I’m not a historian” BITCH. WHAT. STOP THIS BLASPHEMY RIGHT NOW

Oof, now we’ve entered the part of the episode that’s gonna make me mad but not in a fun way.

The optimism that we could have a female president by the time 2049 rolls around…..

You can’t expect someone with an amount of Time Lord DNA to go kill hitler if they were in 1930s Germany?? Really??? Have you forgotten your wife so soon?

So they’re letting Earth democratically vote whether or not to blow up the moon, which is an egg, by whether or not they turn out their lights. Lights out on earth means lights out for the moon. It’s not even a close vote (but I’ve now had the ending spoiled for me and I’m not happy about it)

And then Clara decides on her own that ALL OF EARTH’s decision wasn’t as important as her own feelings on the matter. And to make matters worse, she gets justified in her actions by the narrative because everything worked out anyway no harm done

Is that really what we should be doing though? I’m not saying checking out our own space neighborhood wouldn’t be interesting but every time in this rewatch when they mention some human colony out in space somewhere…like, SHOULD WE BE COLONIZING SPACE THOUGH?! And it’s gonna last FOREVER?!

Wait. Pausing how much this episode makes me mad to say Courtney ACTUALLY becomes president of the United States?!

Ok but honestly, how much DID the Doctor know? Because if he knew that it would all work out and how humanity starts to travel to the stars because of this day and didn’t let them make an INFORMED DECISION, that’s…I can understand why Clara is so upset with him right now. She took the fate of humanity in her own hands and didn’t know how it would shake out, but the Doctor might have and he just fucking vanished. She has every right to be furious with him

She will never look at the moon the same way again

[kyber-crystal]

delirium || bradley “rooster” bradshaw

summary: you’re the captain’s daughter. rooster’s an equally deadly fighter. with heavy pasts and heavy hearts, you have every reason to resent each other, until one day, you don’t.

words: ~2.2k

warnings: angst, mentions of violence, both you and rooster being lil shits until you don’t, etc. angst to fluff!

a/n: ok so i had a vision for this fic in my head for a whiiiile. and i’m so so happy that i was finally able to put my thoughts into words. enjoyyyyy

Bradley Bradshaw was getting on your nerves. 

But when did he not? You hated him and he hated you. You made sure to remind each other of the fact every day.

“You should at least try and get along with him, honey,” your dad suggested. 

“You think I haven’t?” you questioned. “Dad, Rooster is as stubborn as a rock. Ever since he came here, he’s given me nothing but a hard time.”

“Give him some time, okay? He needs to adjust—he’ll turn around eventually.” Maverick squeezed your shoulder. “Trust me.”

Every day was the same as you were always fighting the urge to tackle him on the spot. The aggravating, smug look on his face made you want to punch him, and hard. But you knew where part of his anger came from. You were Maverick’s daughter, and in that sense, connected to Goose in a way. On the flipside, you didn’t have anything to do with his death, so for that you felt confused and frustrated. 

You tried. You always tried to understand, but you’d be a liar if you said it was easy. 

The tension in the briefing room was palpable. It had only been over a week since the uranium mission, and now you were about to be sent off on another one: another suicide mission on enemy territory. You stopped calculating your chances of survival because it started doing a number on your mental stability. 

Maverick had picked two teams of two: they happened to be you and Phoenix, Hangman and Payback. You didn’t need to glance over to know that Rooster was seething. You could sense the steam coming out of his ears. Good. Someone needs to put him in his place, and if I’m gonna be that person, then so be it.

As the meeting concluded and you left the room, you heard a familiar voice shouting your name. You ignored him and continued making your way down the hall, determined as hell to show him what you were made of. 

Rooster grabbed you by the wrist and turned you around. You glared at him, jaw clenching. “What the hell was that for?”

“Are you out of your damn mind?”

“Me? I didn’t ask to be shipped out!” you exclaimed. “If you want to complain, tell my dad.”

“You shouldn’t be going on this mission,” he said through gritted teeth. “You don’t deserve to be.”

“Excuse me, but who told you that you were allowed to make that sort of judgement call? The way I see it, you’re only upset because you weren’t picked to go.”

“Arrow, you’re not ready.”

“Says who?” you fired back at him, crossing your arms over your chest. “If this is an ego thing, lay off. You can’t expect yourself to always be first at everything. That’s not how things work around here.”

“That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, hm?” Rooster went silent, much to your surprise. “Yeah…that’s what I thought. I’m not supposed to care about you, and you’re not supposed to care about me. That’s how things always have been, and that’s how things always will be. Now leave me be because you have zero! Zero reason to care so much about what I’m doing.”

You jerked your wrist away from him and stormed off, leaving him to stand in the middle of the hall, speechless. 

“What’s been going on with you and Bradshaw lately?” Fanboy questioned. 

“It’s been like this for years. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you exhaled. “He’s being an obnoxious pain in the ass. As per usual.”

“You know he’s just worried for you. I mean, when’s the last time you didn’t stick to the same missions together? Much less, in the same plane? This is the first time, ever, that you’re not together. And the fact that you won’t be within his sight is pretty darn scary ‘cause he’s gotten so used to being around you.”

“Him, caring about me? Yeah, right,” you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “He’d fistfight me before even considering it. The day he starts doing that is the day I lose. Which is never.”

“All I’m saying is,” Fanboy looked you straight in the eye, “Don’t say or do something you’ll regret. Or both of you will pay the price for it.”

“Whatever you say…”

Ten days zoomed by, and before you knew it you were gearing up to leave. In the span of ten days you got into only six small arguments with Rooster, as opposed to your estimated eleven. Argument number five had you lunging forward to punch him, but Maverick pulled you back right away. Argument number six had him lunging forward to punch you, but Hangman pulled him back right away. 

The base was alight with chatter and the energy was clear and contagious. You felt readier and stronger than ever. 

You were right about to board when a hand on your shoulder stopped you.  “Arrow.”

“Rooster,” you muttered. 

“It’s not too late to turn back.”

“You’re fucking serious…don’t be so selfish. It is too late to turn back. I made up my mind. I’m going.”

“Listen, Arrow,” Rooster’s voice began to rise, but then he stopped. “You…”

“Yell at me, I dare you!” You were starting to get annoyed at this point, chest rising and falling with each breath you took. “I know you want to.”

He didn’t. His voice came out quieter than usual and it caught you off-guard. 

“Just…come back alive, okay?”

Sensing something different in his tone—concern?—you only nodded. “I’ll be alright. You have my word.”

“Y/N?”  he called out as you climbed into the cockpit. “Good luck.”

“Thanks, we’ll need it,” you nodded, ignoring the tingle you felt at him saying your first name. Did it always sound so perfect coming out of his mouth? You shook the thought off, not wanting to get distracted.  “I’ll see you on the ground in no time.”

“Please come back to me,” Rooster mumbled as the canopy slid on over your head, and he stared down at his feet. “I need you to come back to me.”

You had every right to be confident in your skills, believing you could overcome any obstacle thrown your way. But this time, you might have overestimated yourself. A little bit. Somewhere along the line, something had gone wrong and an engine had lost power. Then another, and your jet was hanging on by a thread. It didn’t help that the weather wasn’t looking very good, either. 

“Phoenix? Tell me we have this under control.” You couldn’t hold back the shakiness in your voice. This almost never happened to you. Never to the best of the best. Not to Maverick’s protegé. 

“I’m up ahead. We’re trying our best, but Payback got cornered and Hangman lost an engine. And I…don’t have much ammo left,” she replied. “Hang in there, okay? We’ll be out soon.”

Her words did little to convince you as the starboard flickered, telling you your laser system had gone down. No more ammo, no more lasers, no more ways of defending yourself—you were pretty much on your own at this point.

You always knew that death was a possibility. But you never thought it would come so soon, under circumstances like these. And it makes you scared—scared that you’re going to die alone. Scared that you’re going to let everyone down. Scared that you won’t be able to become the best possible version of yourself and reach your full potential. 

Fanboy’s words echoed in your ears once more. And the fact that you won’t be within his sight is pretty darn scary ‘cause he’s gotten so used to being around you. A piece of your heart chipped off. You resented him when you were with him and missed him when he wasn’t there. The distance between here and base suddenly felt millions of miles away and it hurt to even linger on the thought. 

Rooster sat in the control center, anxious as he stared up at the radar screens to track your signal. At one point, he started digging his nails into his palm to distract himself. He didn’t realize he was doing it until Maverick took ahold of his hand and moved it to the side to stop him. 

That conversation before takeoff might as well have been your last. He saw the obvious concern in your father’s eyes as he watched, which told him things weren’t looking so good. 

With shaky hands, you reached up to turn on the voice recorder. “Uh…is this thing on?” You cleared your throat. “You guys already know this, but yeah. I’m in quite the shitty situation right now. Everything’s down. I’m relying on a miracle to get me out of here…god, I’m so sorry. I don’t know why I’m crying, I shouldn’t be. Dad? If you’re listening, I’m sorry I let you down. You chose me and I failed, and I don’t know if I’ll even come back alive to apologize. This isn’t how I wanted to go…

“And Rooster…you deserve a thousand apologies. You deserve better and I’m sorry you might never get that from me. I hate you. I hate that I don’t hate you. I should hate you with the power of a thousand suns but I don’t. I don’t hate you because I can’t hate you. I hate how much I don’t hate you. Every time I look at you my heart aches, because I’m only reminded of what could’ve been and everything else in between. God, I’m already feeling lightheaded. I do feel bad…even for that one time I almost punched you.” Your voice broke. “The truth is, I’m scared to die. I’m really, really scared to die and I don’t know what else to do. I’m sorry it took me a suicide mission to come to this conclusion. I’m sorry for a lot of things.

At some point you stopped talking and hit send. You weren’t sure if they’d even hear it, but it was worth a shot, anyway. 

Several minutes later,  you heard a voice. “Y/N…”

“Dad?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Maverick spoke in a soft tone. “You with me?”

“...Yeah.”

“Listen to me. You’re going to be okay,” he reassured you. “I’m sending backup right now to come get you. Keep hanging in there. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to make sure of it.”

“I love you,” you choked on a sob. 

“I love you too. You’ll be alright.”

The comms went offline and he turned to Rooster, who looked as if he was on the edge of a breakdown.

“We’ll be alright.”

After what felt like forever, said backup arrived. Ejecting from your jet wasn’t the hard part. The hard part was waiting for the backup to arrive and getting into the helicopter. You stumbled into Phoenix, feeling faint. She said nothing, and embraced you—her way of expressing how relieved she was. Hangman squeezed your arm, and Payback placed his hand over yours. 

“You’re okay, we’re okay, we’re going home.”

The moment you touched down, you saw Maverick heading your way. You allowed yourself to get wrapped up in his warm embrace. “You could never let me down, sweetheart.”

Rooster followed close behind, and as soon as your father let go, he came rushing towards you. 

“Don’t you fucking dare scare me like that again,” he warned. And then, Bradley Bradshaw was kissing you with such a fervor that caused you to stumble backwards, stealing all the breath from your lungs in one swift move. That’s when the epiphany hits you full-force with the strength of a Category 5 hurricane. You realize just how tightly his being is woven into every aspect of your life. From the way you talk to the way you fly, he's a part of you, and you his. He resides deep within your bones and you breathe him in day in and day out and it's overwhelming but you never want to let go.

You pressed your lips against his even harder like you couldn’t get enough because you couldn’t. You couldn’t get enough and thought you never would because you actually almost didn’t. Tasting the sweet coffee and honey on his skin and feeling his pulse match yours made your heartbeat pound wildly against your chest. 

Burying your face into his chest, you started to sob. It’s this dangerous, life-threatening mission bringing you to the realization that you care about him so, so much, and so does he. Rooster swore to himself right then and there that he’d never take your presence for granted ever again. Who knew what could happen next? 

“Bradley,” you looked back up at him, gripping his forearms, “I need you to kiss me again.”

And he did. He kissed you like he was desperate for oxygen and you were the only source of fresh air left in the universe. He kissed you like you were all the stars in the sky that he wished on every night before he slept. He kissed you like this was his last day on earth, and you were the one good thing in his life he wanted to see before he left. 

His arms fell around you and tugged you close against him, and for the first time in a long time, you’re finally home. 

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[vinvantae]

Ok that request about Porto cervo charles was so cute now I like want a prequel (how they met), and a sequel (the rest of their vacation)! So cute

Okay so I’ve done a little prequel for you, is a lil spicy by my standards but still not smut🌶 ❤️

You don’t have to read the original to read this! hope you enjoy

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Yellow

Working at one of the most exclusive hotels in Monaco for sure had its perks - high tipping patrons, sizeable wage packet and benefits you would’ve never dreamed of when you were growing up. Being a Monegasque citizen was an advantage when it came to getting the role back in the day and now you were right at the top of the proverbial food chain of staff.

As one of the hostesses, your prime role was to chat and interact with your most valued patrons, making sure that all of their needs were met. You each were given a short list of clientele each week and if they wanted anything then you’d be their point of call to sort it for them.

The busiest time of year was, without a doubt, the Monaco Grand Prix. It drew in guests like nothing else - several drivers, who didn’t have a place of their own, included on the list. But that didn’t mean the residents of Monaco never came here - in fact, the hotel had been booked out in full by formula one’s biggest sponsors so everyone who was anyone in the world of the sport was here.

Charles walked in with his team, just taking in the luxury of the space around him. Growing up in Monaco, he was used to sights like this but there was something that was different here. He just couldn’t put his finger on it. As he circled the room saying his hellos, that’s when his eyes finally fell on you.

You stood proud in the centre of the room, a friendly smile on your face as you chatted away. At first he didn’t even realise you were staff until he saw the small badge pinned to your dress. And your dress. He’d never really thought much of the colour yellow before, but the way the shade you’d chosen gave you a glow was beautiful and it brought out your smile.

He quietly excused himself from the group, not sure what came over him but he just had to approach you. “Hi, uh, excuse me?”

When your eyes met his, he swore his heart skipped a beat. “Good evening Mr Leclerc, how can I help you?”

“I…” he chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m not sure actually, kinda just wanted an excuse to talk to you.”

Your cheeks flushed. “O-oh, I see… Uhm, we can do that.”

You led him over to a quieter part of the room, taking two glasses of champagne from one of the servers - you were allowed one drink an evening and you definitely needed it now. Charles’ warm fingers brushed over yours as you offered him a glass, his blue eyes had a soft sparkle under the twinkling chandelier lights.

“That colour is beautiful on you.” He hummed, taking a sip of his drink, his eyes unashamedly running over your figure.

“You think so? It was chosen for me so I’d stand out just in case a client needed help.” You said, your cheeks still warm.

Charles nodded. “It was your smile that stood out to me. And the way you hold yourself… though, I do have to admit, the dress does help.”

“I’m so getting in trouble.” You mumbled, taking a big swig of your drink.

The corner of his mouth tugged up into a playful smirk, a mischievous look in his eyes. “Why is that, ma chérie?”

“Because there’s no way this night ends with me going to bed alone if you keep talking like that.” You swallowed heavily and he stepped closer, brushing his fingers lightly down your arm.

He tilted his head a little. “Now, I couldn’t possibly let you spend the night alone, could I? You’ve taken such good care of everyone this evening, seems only fair that I return the favour.”

“Now that’s a line.” You chuckled, but felt your heart racing.

The driver lent in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “If you’re interested, I’ve got a room tonight… 138.”

You felt him slide a room key into your hand before he winked and stepped away, going to rejoin the party like he hadn’t just stolen your breath. You took a moment to compose yourself before sliding the card into your bra for safekeeping.

The rest of the night seemed to drag, especially when you caught Charles’ eyes across the room. But, as hostess, you were one of the last ones to leave. So as the clock struck one, you’d wondered if your fellow Monegasque would still be awake - didn’t have too much time to ponder when your feet seemed to carry you to his room.

You were probably stood outside his door for a little too long before you swiped the card and stepped in.

“Charles?”

“You came.” He stood up from the sofa in his suite and approached you with a glass of what looked like whiskey.

“I’d be a fool not to.” You said, taking a sip of the drink. Yep, whiskey. “Was secretly hoping you’d be in a few less clothes though.”

His laugh was contagious as he led you over to the bed, placing his drink down - you stood between his legs and he ran his hands up your sides. “Thought you’d like to help me get out of them actually.”

“I thought you were taking care of me, Mr Leclerc?” You teased, throwing back the rest of your drink.

“I plan to, but I still want your hands all over me, ma chérie.”

He kept to his word, each movement of his body against yours was electric. His touch was like fire. You could feel every sense light up as the two of shared the night - the rest of the world forgotten as his name tumbled from your lips like a mantra. Charles wanted to keep the noises you made for him on loop in his brain forever, breaking you down until barely a whimper escaped your lips.

As the two of you laid beneath the sheets together, he propped his head up on his hand to look down at you, a smile on his face.

“Did I keep to my word?”

“Hmm, definitely.” You purred.

His eyes flickered across your face, you looked even more beautiful like this. Tired and soft, vulnerable, all for him and no one else. “Will I see you again?”

“You… you want that?” You a shocked, you hadn’t expected anything more than a single night of passion with him but as his free hand came to cup your cheek - you lent into his touch.

“I do. I know my schedule is very hectic but… I’d like to get to know you.” He chuckled softly. “I know I’ve done this the wrong way around but…“

“I’d like to see you again too, Charles.”

He lent in and captured your lips in a much gentler kiss than the others you had shared so far that night. His body shifting closer to hold you against him.

“So pretty… Ma petite fleur.” He whispered.

His nose nudged gently against yours and you smiled softly. You knew it was corny, but you truly felt like this was going to be something special.

[becca-e-barnes]

Take Care of Everything

This is my first ever fic for a writing challenge omg I’m so excited! Huge congratulations to @balenciagabucky for hitting 3K followers!! That’s such a huge milestone and thank you for organising such a fun challenge! So excited to read the rest of the submissions 💗 @dulceslibrary

Pairing: Personal Assistant! Bucky Barnes x Lawyer! Reader

Word Count: 3.5k maybe?

Summary: There’s only one thing in your life that your PA doesn’t take care of

Warnings: Smut, praise kink, pet names, protected sex (go me for writing something safe sex for a change), court mention, lil fluff, mile high club

Minors, do not interact.

“Un-fucking-believable.” You couldn’t stop the roaring boil of the blood in your veins, storming out of the court room with your long black gown billowing behind you. Being one of the top barristers in the country brought it’s fair share of high profile cases but this one had got on every last nerve in your body and you were out of patience.

The case itself wasn’t the problem. The issues were straightforward enough and applying law to fact, at the most basic level, your client had done nothing wrong. It should have been essentially cut and dry. The problem was the opposing council and the lack of intervention from the judge.

The prosecution had torn your witness to shreds. You had tried to warn the poor woman beforehand, as you did with every client, but on the stand, she had just crumbled under such an intense and downright ignorant line of questioning.

It shouldn’t have even been allowed in the first place. The judge should have stepped in and clipped the opposing council’s wings but the damage was already done and now you would have to pick the pieces up when court resumed on Monday.

“How did it go?” Your personal assistant must have been leaning outside the courtroom door for who knows how long, his suit somehow as neat and pristine as always, despite the fact it was the end of the day.

“Fucking dreadful, Terry was an asshole to Andrea and she lost it. Should’ve known he’d pull shit like that, he’s always a cunt on Friday evenings.” You practically spat the words out, heels clicking on the floor as you made your way down the marble hall to collect your things and begin to put an end to this miserable week.

Part of you almost wanted to laugh at how Bucky had developed the skill of being able to keep up with your pace without even having to look up from his blackberry. That only came from years of practice.

“Terry loves playing with fire. Fuck him. If anyone can put him in his place on Monday, it’s you.” Bucky still hadn’t taken a second to pull his nose up from his phone, his steps landing in perfect time with yours until you reached the chamber at the end of the hall, throwing the heavy wooden door open in front of you. Bucky filtered in behind you of course, closing the door behind him before slipping his phone neatly into his pocket.

“Thought your doctor warned you about your blood pressure? You gotta calm down.” Bucky’s face showed he was genuinely concerned, his eyebrows knitted together in disdain but there was nothing new there. He had worked for you for years now and truth be told, he was damn good at his job, not to mention the fact he was the closest thing to a friend your busy schedule allowed you to have.

“I’ll calm down when I’m dead. We need to get to the airport if we’re going to make that flight for the convention.” You pulled your wig off, setting it neatly into the little wooden closet before removing your gown, hanging it up alongside the other worn ones from earlier in the week so they could all be dry cleaned and back in the closet for Monday.

“It’s a private jet honey, it can’t leave without you.” Bucky laughed softly, knowing you were worked up and hoping a little joke would ease the tension.

You had to admit, you were so thankful for Bucky. He was devoting the prime of his life to making sure you had everything you needed, your life only felt so seamless because Bucky made it that way. He didn’t just manage your calendar and fetch you coffee like any other PA, he lived and breathed you. He went everywhere with you, crashing in your spare room at least three nights a week because you had both worked yourselves to exhaustion. He never missed anything. He had a solution for every problem, nothing was too big for him to tackle and given the chance, you two could absolutely take over the world one day. You confided in him, and he in you, getting to know every tiny detail of his life in the past few years, right down to that fact that neither of you had seen your family or been on a date in months. Hell, he’d went as far as buying you a packet of batteries one Monday after a particularly long and stressful court hearing.

“Here, got you these.” He had smiled mischievously as he handed them over to you, chuckling a little at your confused expression. “For your vibrator. Looks like it’s gonna be a long week.” You took them gratefully, joking with him that you really would need them, tucking them into your handbag and damn were they appreciated. The following morning he had asked how you had got on and you could only laugh. You didn’t tell him how thoughts of him had come into your head right as you had gotten close. Similarly, you didn’t tell him how painfully intense your orgasm had been when you imagined him on the bed with you, watching you come apart against the plastic toy. You could just picture his hungry gaze, watching how your body gushed as you released, nipples pebbled from arousal and your lips parted, a single whimper of his name escaping you as you rode out your high.

No, that was a little secret you would keep to yourself. He didn’t need to know your dirtiest fantasies. He was an employee. An employee that often arrived at your bedroom door shirtless and smirking, holding a stack of freshly made pancakes on the mornings he stayed over at yours but an employee nonetheless.

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The cab ride to the airport would have been silent if it hadn’t been for the gentle tapping of your thumbs and Bucky’s racing over your respective phone screens. You had at least two dozen emails left to reply to and your eyelids were beginning to get heavy, the body heat radiating from Bucky in the cab’s back seat making you drowsy. You took a second, squeezing your eyes shut to force away the tiredness before going back to typing relentlessly.

The trip to the airport was short, Bucky had competed the preflight checkin so you essentially stepped straight onto the plane, taking a seat by the window, with Bucky taking the one opposite you. Takeoff was smooth as always, your phones picked back up as soon as it was safe to do so. But with the glowing screen came a fresh wave of drowsiness, your eyelids threatening to close of their own accord.

“Shit, Buck did you pack my -“

“Glasses? Left side of your bag, under the tissues.” Bucky finished your sentence for you, not looking up from his phone.

“And my -“

“Eye drops? In your makeup bag.” There it was again. What surprised you most was that Bucky didn’t even need to see you to work out exactly what was wrong.

“Do you really just take care of everything?” You huffed out a little laugh, digging through your bag, finding both your glasses and eye drops exactly where he told you they would be.

“Everything but you.” He chuckled, finally setting his phone down.

“What do you mean ‘everything but me’? All you ever do is take care of me. You organise my shopping and dry cleaning for god’s sake.” The whole notion of Bucky doing anything but taking care of you was just insane because you sure as hell didn’t have time to do any of those things for yourself. That’s what you hired him for after all.

“I didn’t mean like that. I meant like really take care of you. You’re so damn up tight.” You knew by the little chuckle that accompanied his words that he meant it affectionately but it still made you slightly defensive.

“I’m not up tight.” You protested. Normally you would’ve let harmless comments like that slide but the combination of your shitty day and the fact you were so sleepy made it impossible to not seek out conflict. This was the life you were used to after all. A life of treating almost everyone you came across adversarially. It was second nature to you at this point, inside and outside the courtroom.

“Come on, you seem to forget I am your calendar. You think I don’t know you haven’t gotten any in months? You should get laid, that’s all I’m sayin’. Wouldn’t kill you to have an orgasm every once in a while.” The words roll off his tongue like it’s nothing and truth be told, if you were in better form, this would have been a perfectly normal conversation between the two of you. Neither of you were particularly shy when it came to talking about your hookups.

You hated how right he was. You hated that you hadn’t been touched in months and Bucky knew that. You hated that most days, you were too exhausted to bother tending to your own needs. And you hated the warmth spreading through your body at the thought of Bucky finally taking care of you.

“Don’t know Buck, an orgasm might actually kill me with my high blood pressure.” You needed this conversation to turn more light hearted and you needed it fast, before your head became so clouded with need that Bucky picked up on it.

“I mean, I handle everything else for you. Wouldn’t even mind if that became part of my remit.” You almost couldn’t believe how carefree and nonchalant this whole conversation seemed, Bucky hoping you missed how he cock twitched in his trousers. Of course you didn’t. You missed nothing.

“If what became part of your remit?” You quizzed firmly, trying not to give anything away but knowing your eyes had gone big and doe-like, entirely of their own accord. This was a dream come true.

“You. Actually taking care of you. However you need.” His stare was intense, watching you keenly to determine whether he had horrendously overstepped and was about to get fired.

“Why would you even want to?” Your voice carried every single ounce of confusion you were feeling, staring Bucky down with an intensity that mirrored his own in that moment.

“You’re far too smart to act dumb.” He replied softly, knowing it was all or nothing now. If he was getting fired, he might as well be honest. His head tilted downwards, drawing your attention to the bulge growing in his suit trousers. Years worth of need and longing bubbling over all at once.

“If you want this, tell me. If not, that’s fine. But it doesn’t need to be anything romantic. Can be just sex. Whatever you want.” He was doing his very best to stay calm, his brain finally catching up with his mouth and considering that he was now in way too deep to just apologise and about to get his ass handed to him at thousands of feet in the air by one of the best legal minds in the world.

You’d never wanted anything more in your life. It was almost like Bucky was dangling himself in front of you. A piece of meat before a lion that could be snatched away at any second. You weren’t going to give him the chance, professionalism be damned. You were out of your seat and onto his lap in a flash, your pencil skirt hiked up to allow you to bracket his legs in your own.

“Are you sure about this?” Your quizzed softly, giving him one last chance to back out before you lost all self control.

“Do I feel like I’m not sure?” His voice was almost a choked whisper, his hands landing on your hips to press you down against his stiff cock.

You’d never seen him like this before. Horny and needy and losing himself in the feeling of you on top of him after years of fantasies. He had tried to curb the fantasies but his body didn’t allow him to. You were all he could think of on those lonely nights, a hand wrapped around his cock, groans and whimpers escaping until he came over his hand, a cry of your name pulled from his lips. He thought you would never know. And now here he was, the woman of his dreams perched in his lap, asking to be taken care of. Even the filthiest parts of his brain couldn’t have come up with this.

He could never have dreamt how you moved forward so tentatively, your lips hardly even touching his. He was used to seeing you confident, in control, the calmest person under pressure and yet here you were, unsure of yourself for the first time, he imagined, in your life. You both kept your eyes open for a little while, your lips sliding together gently, getting a feel for one another, up until your teeth sank into the plush skin of his bottom lip and an actual groan left him, his eyelids fluttering shut. The sound could’ve made you quiver with need. It was so alarmingly sexy, knowing your huge, sexy PA could be taken apart with the smallest touches. Suddenly, this seemed to be as much, if not more, for Bucky’s benefit than your own.

“Thought this was for me, hm?” Somehow your condescending court voice was pushing him over the edge. You felt one of his hands come up, tangling in your hair while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling your core flush with his clothed cock. He kissed you with a burning intensity that made your head swim and your pussy throb, loving how he was taking control but still hurtling further into a breathless, needy state.

“You’ve no idea how long I’ve thought about this. Didn’t think we’d be joining the mile high club.” He huffed out a little light laugh, using his grip on your waist to help you roll your hips over his growing erection.

“Couldn’t have been thinking about this for as long as I have.” You smiled softly, letting out a little gasp as his cock nudged you just right through your panties that you were sure had been soaked through already. His eyes went wide at your admission, his dick twitching deliciously underneath you.

“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.” He whispered, making you laugh at how eager he was.

“I won’t be able to wait until we’re off this plane Bucky. You gonna fuck me right here?” You teased him softly, your faces so close, your tiny hands running down his pristine shirt, toying with the buttons. When you began to graze his chest gently with your nails, it was like a switch flipped inside Bucky. He thrust up against you with a growl loving the yelp you let out, one hand now squeezing your ass, the other massaging your breasts through your blouse.

“Gonna fuck all the stress out of you. Gonna have you leavin’ this plane leakin’ and cockdrunk.” Somehow you didn’t even doubt his words and you had to admit, it did sound quite appealing to give up the control for a while, just letting Bucky take over.

“Gimme all you’ve got Barnes. Gotta make it worth my while or this is gonna be the last time you get the chance.” You couldn’t help but tease him before instantly realising that might have been a mistake, his lips burning hot as they worked against your own, needy, insistent and as always, eager to please.

His mouth was relentless to the point that you found yourself practically dry humping his cock, your hands laced in his hair while his untucked your blouse from your skirt, greedily holding onto any skin he could reach. He tasted of peppermint and coffee, smelt like the expensive aftershave you were so fond of and felt like a man who’s only purpose in life was to make you cum until it hurt.

“Need you. ‘Nside me. Now.” You managed somehow to pant the words out between the fervent slide of his lips over yours, his tongue dipping in to taste you, never wanting this to end.

The feeling of your much smaller hands landing on his belt buckle made him look down but he could’ve cum then and there at the sight that met him. The front of his suit pants were slick with your mess, proof that he wasn’t just dreaming and you really were needing this just as badly as he was.

“You’re so fuckin’ ready for it aren’t you? Look at the mess you’ve made. Why didn’t we do this years ago?” He was groaning, shifting in his seat to help you get his trousers and boxers down. You couldn’t help how you gasped a little at the sheer size of him, his cock thick and long, the head slick with precum, proud veins running up his shaft. He looked Godly. Two firm pumps was all it took to have his head thrown back against the plush leather seat, cursing and bucking against your hand, aching for more.

“I’m sorry Buck, I can’t wait any longer.” You panted, his lips attached to your neck now, kissing, licking and sucking all his frustration into your skin. If there was a time for foreplay, that wasn’t it. Neither of you had the patience right now.

“Thank God, needa feel this pretty pussy.” He all but whispered as you lined him up at your soaking entrance.

“Shit Bucky, you got a condom?” You asked anxiously, stilling yourself at the last second.

“My bag, zip compartment at the front.” He replied quietly and sure enough, that’s exactly where you found a packet. Tearing the wrapper off, you slid it down his length earning another groan from the huge man who was practically shaking beneath you.

“You think of everything.” You giggled, finally beginning to slowly sink yourself down onto him. Your laugh quickly turned into a breathy moan, your breath mingling with Bucky’s and you noticed how he made a very similar noise. You pressed yourself down slowly, your body having to adjust to the stretch.

“So tight, fuck. Shit, never felt a tighter pussy in my life.” He whispered when you were finally seated on top of him. He pulled your skirt out of the way to appreciate just how connected your bodies were in that moment. His cock just seemed to fit perfectly, so snug you could’ve cried as you began to slowly work your hips against his.

“Oh my god Bucky you’re huge.” You should’ve been embarrassed by how high and needy your whine came out but right then and there, you didn’t care.

“It’s all yours sweetheart. Gonna fuck you so good you never need another cock again. Gonna ruin anyone else for you - fuck.” Under normal circumstances you would’ve chastised him for being so overconfident but feeling how his cock nudged your sweet spot perfectly, you thought he might actually be right.

“Gotta fuck you angel, can’t just sit here anymore, ‘s driving me crazy.” He just couldn’t keep himself still any longer, lust burning behind his eyes in a way you had never seen in him before. You lifted yourself up slowly, feeling his length slipping from you, your walls fighting to pull him deeper until you sank back down, taking the whole length at once. The strangled cry that left Bucky was incredible. You repeated your gentle rise and fall, setting a decent pace. Every sharp fall of your hips tore a needy gasp from both of you, the sweetest spot inside you throbbing from the almost constant onslaught. It was everything you craved. Bucky was grasping at every curve of your body, lost in the feeling of your soft skin and the grip of your silky walls and the smell of your shampoo as you rode him, building speed as your pleasure built in your lower belly. The wet sounds escaping where your bodies were joined was nothing short of obscene, only fuelling Bucky to meet each of your thrusts with his own.

“Oh my god, I -oh oh- I can’t, can’t take it Bucky please.” You groaned, manicured fingernails digging into his chest.

“I got you honey. ‘s okay. Gonna take such good care of you when we get to the hotel. Just want you to cum once for me now, okay? Take the edge off. You feel so good wrapped round me. You know what else I can feel? Your pretty pussy is leakin’. Feel you drippin’ down over my balls. Never felt anything so hot in my ‘ntire life.” His fingers fell to your clit, rubbing neatly as if he had been trained to do nothing else. You were on cloud nine, your high so close but not quite there yet.

“Bucky, gonna cum. Oh fuck!” You whined, your orgasm hitting you like a train. You came with a loud cry, eyes squeezed shut, rocking against him more than fucking so his cock stayed buried inside you.

“Shit, how did you get even fuckin’ tighter. ‘M so close.” He whispered against your neck, broken and needy. Your high had all but subsided, aftershocks still pleasantly coursing through you as you went back to letting your hips rise and fall so Bucky could finish. It only took four more well timed thrusts before he was cumming with a shout, pulling you flush against him as his balls emptied into the condom.

You were both spent and sweaty but more satisfied than you could remember being in months, your chest pressed to his as you both came down, craving a little extra affection. Bucky held you for a good few minutes until you felt his cock softening, knowing he really should get cleaned up. You let him slip from you, pulling your skirt down to take your original seat across from him again.

“Gimme a second.” He whispered, kissing your forehead before making his way to the little bathroom, returning a few minutes later looking just as put together as ever, apart from his telltale grin.

“Jesus, we should do that more often.” You smiled quietly when he returned, letting him settle in the chair beside you this time, the dividing arm rest pushed out of the way so you could cuddle as much as possible given the limited space.

“I can’t stop now honey. That pussy is addictive.” He smiled, happy to see you leaning so comfortably up against him but even happier when he heard your soft little snores.

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Not going anywhere | Lucifer Morningstar x reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Request:” Hi i have request for you ,Lucifer and the reader have a big fight they are married, and this fight it's lucifer fault The reader leaves home and Lucifer decides to give her space After a few days, he goes to the reader and realizes that she has been missing for a few days,When the person behind all this claims that the reader is dead and gives them a her body . Everyone thinks that the reader is dead and Lucifer He gets depressed and thinks it's all his fault , and after a few days, the thieves release the singer and the reader goes to Lucifer.Lucifer first thinks it is an imagination and then apologizes to the reader Thank you so much”

Genre: Angst with happy ending

Warnings: kidnapping, death

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Your intention had never been to start a fight. All you wanted an explanation (preferably one that also made sense) and an apology, but apparently that was too much to ask, because as soon as you voiced your opinion, Lucifer went up in flames

“Don’t start this again!”

“I dislike it just as much as you do but what I hate more is being cancelled on, AGAIN, through a text message no less!”

“It was an emergency!”

“It’s always an emergency Lucifer! It’s starting to sound a lot like work means more to you than I do!” “The detective needs me, damn it!” your husband yelled

“And she has you! Every day of every week! All I ask for is one date night and for the past month you’ve done nothing but avoid committing to one or backing out at the last second! I’m tired of being your second choice Lucifer! I’m your wife and you are my husband, I love you to the ends of the world, I just wish you'd say no to Decker from time to time...”

“I’m saving people’s lives Y/N. So if you’re not on your deathbed, other people are and they need me now!” as he said this, Lucifer walked right past you and into your bedroom, seemingly ignorant to the painful words he’d just said. You looked around the living room, vision blurry with tears, your chest heavy with anger and disgust. You rushed towards the elevator.

“When you find time in your busy schedule and feel like being my spouse again, let me know!” the elevator door closed before Lucifer could say anything

~~~

When Lucifer woke up the next morning to a cold and empty bed, he didn’t think much of it.Truthfully, he was still kind of pissed at the attitude you had given him a day before, so he got dressed as usual and went to the precinct, assuming you’ll be home by nightfall.

Except when he got home that night, he stopped by Lux first, which ended up like it always does: with him sucked into an endless cycle of booze and dancing, that lasted until well into the night. When he did enter the penthouse eventually, he found it empty. Exactly the way he had left it in the morning. Even the tie he had left on the floor, after deciding last minute that it didn’t go with his suit, was untouched. Now this was curious, but still, Lucifer felt like you must be playing hard to get. He sent you one text message, before going to bed

“Call me when you can!”

The day after that, he figured his part was done! By reaching out first, he had already made a big compromise, so now it was your turn! To reach out, come home! But that didn’t happen that day, or the day after that.

Three days after the text message,Lucifer was getting worried. He was looking at his phone every other minute. Always making sure he hadn’t accidently put it on silent or missed any texts. He sent more messages, telling you he was sorry and that he wanted you to come home. That he would listen and spend more time with you, promising luxurious dates and weekend trips, if only you forgave him. You didn’t even open the messages.

“Lucifer are you listening?” Decker was insanely annoyed at her partner’s lack of concentration

“Sorry detective. I’ve...I’ve got a lot on my mind”

“Well, better get it out of the way now, so that we can move on to our case!” she said, cleaning out her desk quickly, before resting back into her chair “Talk to me!”

“It’s Y/N. I’m worried about her!”

“Why?” “We...had a fight a couple days ago and she left. She hasn’t come back since”

“Have you heard from her at all?”

“No…” Lucifer said, embarrassed at his own lack of care for you. He should have called you earlier, reached out more! He should have tried harder!

“How long had she been missing for?”

“4...maybe 5 days…”

“Lucifer, are you sane? And you’re only telling me now?!” Chloe jumped from her seat, turning on her computer

“I thought she needed space! I thought she was avoiding me intentionally cause she was angry! I didn’t know…” Lucifer choked back a sob, not wanting to break down in tears in the middle of the precinct

“Lucifer!” Chloe caught hold of his hand “I’m gonna find her! I promise you!” A few days later, she did. Well, more like Y/n came to her, in the shape of a pretty little gift box left on Decker's doorstep.

“A lil too late on your case detective” read the note attached to it. 

Inside were Y/N’s clothes, all of them stained with dark, dried blood. Y/N was declared dead that day and the case was closed. At her funeral, only her closests friends were present. Lucifer wanted it to be as intimate as possible.

That day was also the first time anyone had seen Lucifer, since the news. His eyes were bloodshot and the dark circles under his eyes almost matched the black suit he was wearing. Throughout the ceremony he kept twisting his wedding band, a habit he’d picked up on since you went missing. He chose not to do a speech, but once the crowd disappeared, and he was left face to face with your grave, he pulled out a little piece of paper from his pocket and sat down on the grass.

“In hell, everyone feared me. There, I was nothing but another server of the universe, ruling over an empire I never really wanted, because I never had a choice. So eventually I left, thinking anywhere will be better than what I had, and I came to earth.

I ran into you about 2 weeks later, before I really even knew how to behave myself. Before I knew anything about who I really was besides ‘the devil’. I longed to know, grow and discovers different sides of me, where I could be something new, and you gave it to me. You made me who I never thought I could possibly be. You made me a lover. I never thought of myself as capable to love anyone, in any degree, but your light shone everywhere you went and your kindness touched me and everyone around you. It became impossible to not get infatuated with your person. I allowed you to see and feel around every dark corner of my soul and being and every time I thought it was the end. Everytime I would take in your touch as if it was the last, I would prepare myself for abandonment, but it never came. Through everything you stood by my side and when I felt my darkest, you gave me a fistful of your light and that was enough to keep me going. You married a broken man and called him perfect, despite everyone telling you how much of a foul you were. Even then, you shooed them away. Even then you chose me. I wasn’t worthy of your love or your trust and our last night together proved it.

You’re not here anymore to hear my apologies and I’ll never forgive myself for it. You’ve gone now somewhere I can not follow, but I know you are well taken care of there. I hope, someway, somehow, you’ll hear these words: I am sorry. I loved you with my entire soul. Not listening to you was the biggest mistake of my life and I’ll never forgive myself. I choose however, to remember you as you were, because I know that’s what you’d want. I’ll remember you and your laugh.I’ll remember our date nights and shopping sprees. Nights in Lux or on the penthouse balcony. I’ll remember all the meals you prepared for me and the flirtatious remarks you used to make, because you thought they were so silly. I’ll remember the little frown on your face whenever you worked on an important project for work and I’ll remember every evening walk around the block you’d make me accompany you on. I know I always complained about them, but they were always fun. Everything I ever did with you was always fun.

I loved you. I still do. You are my everything Y/N. Thank you for devoting yourself to me in all the ways that you did. I’ll forever live on in my heart.“

~~~

It had been months since your disappearance. After all this time, you finally managed to escape your kidnappers and report them to the New York police station, since that’s where you had been held hostage for so long. As soon as the paperwork was done and you were sure that the people who ruined you were getting the punishment they deserved, you jumped on a train and headed straight back home. Straight to Lucifer.

Lux looked exactly the same as you had left it. You were washed over by a wave of comfort that almost brought you to tears. Home. You never thought you’d get to step in here again. Overwhelmed, you took a seat on one of the couches, allowing your head to rest back on it, as you took in every detail of your surroundings: the feel of the leather on your fingertips, the cool breeze of the air conditioning, the warm lights. Everything was still here.

“Y/N?” you jumped at the sound

“Hi love…” your voice broke as you said those words. Words you never thought you would be able to mutter again. The sight of your husband, messy as he was, made you weak in the knees. He was standing at the top of the staircase, dressed in nothing but his robe, tied carelessly around his waist. He had probably just woken up. You wanted to say something again, but before you could, he laughed

“Nope” he said simply, before making his way down the stairs and to the bar “I’m not doing this. Not today, not ever!” Lucifer filled his glass to the top with bourbon, before turning around and trying to leave back to where he came from

“Lucifer, it's me!”

“Sure you are, except you’re not real! Nice of dad, taking my ability to stay endlessly sober, getting me drunk, forcing visions of my dead wife onto me to teach me another lesson about managing my emotions. Real clever, except this is too much! So I’m going to enter that elevator and I expect to never have to see you again, hum? Right, well, au revoir now!” he continued on his way, but before he could get far, you were clutching on the silk tie of his robe. Lucifer felt the tug around his waist and turned around slowly to look at you, this time a little more unsure. As if he was trying to figure you out

“Lucifer, I’m Y/N. I escaped”

“Escaped? But that’s impossible, she died! I saw it-”

“What you saw was a bloody shirt!” he looked up to meet your gaze, tears already forming “They lied to you Lucifer”

Finally, it seemed like he had connected all of the pieces of the puzzle. The glass of alcohol fell to the ground and your husband wrapped you in a big hug for the first time in months. He nuzzled his head in your hair and took in your scent, your figure, your warmth. Hell, you were even more perfect that he remembered! Silent tears fell down both of your cheeks as you collapsed to the ground, still holding onto each other for dear life

“I’m so sorry” Lucifer sobbed in your hair “I’m so so sorry”

“It wasn’t your fault Luci”

“If I hadn’t been a jerk you wouldn’t have left! If I would have simply listened to you, they wouldn’t have gotten to you! You would’ve stayed here, where you belong! You would have stayed with me but instead I was too busy with my stupid job and the stupid cases and I’m sorry! I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry” he continued crying on your shoulder as you rubbed small circles on his back

“I’m here now my love” you whispered, kissing his cheek “And I’m not going anywhere”